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MY SELF. 

Many are the wonders that I have found 
In our broad land, and on the rolling deep, . 
Many are the beauties that are scattered round. 
In the rich valleys and mountain steep. 



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THE HOOSIER RAMBLER 
EMBRACING THE FOLLOWING SUBJECTS: 



SONG POEMS ON NATURE OF THE UNITED 

STATES, CANADA, ALASKA, AND OUR 

ISLAND POSSESSIONS 



ILLUSTRATED 



When you read these stories 
Perhaps you will smile — 

Over sea and land Pve traveled 
A hundred thousand miles. 



COPYRIGHTED BY 

JAMES L. ALTER, HOOSIER TRAVELER 

iJeMINGTON, INDIANA 
COMPLETED DECEMBER, 1905 

PRICE 67 CENTS 



LIBRARY of OONtlRESS 
Two Cooies Received 

MAR 30 1906 

/iCopyrisrht Entry 
CLASS (5:' )CXc. No, 
COPY B. 



INTRODUCTION. 



Owing to the solicitations of many friends, I 
was induced to pen this volume. Hoping it 
will meet with the approval of the many readers, 
written in different styles of poetry on the 
following subjects: 

On each state, Canada and Alaska, our 
island possessions, on the canyons and caves, 
mountains and hills and volcanoes, petrified 
forests, lava beds, valleys, plains and forests, 
and many natural wonders; on the oceans, 
gulfs and bays, on the islands, lakes and rivers; 
The Drunkard's Dream; The End of Time; The 
Portals. With kind wishes to all, 
, : Yours truly, 

.^;'* James L. Alter, Hoosier Traveler, 

Remington, Ind. 



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NUMBER ONE 



Dear Friend: — 

If you think it is best 

Come with me and visit the West. 

We will stop as we go through 

And visit Pike's Peak and Manitou; 

The Cave of the Winds and canyon too; 

The Garden of the Gods we'll go through; 

Then we'll pass over the loop 

On the great Rocky Mountain Slope. 

The Royal Gorge next in our flight, 

With its precipice walls, what a sight! 

Then the Continental Divide our train will climb, 

And see the snow in the summer time. 

Down through Blftck Canyon next we'll fly, 

With Nature's walls hundreds of feet high. 

Through Castle Gate next we'll ride, 

We'll also find the Devil's Slide, 

Then the Mormon Temple in Utah state. 

And take a bath in Great Salt Lake; 

Thence northwestward over the lava bed 

Lying just west of the watershed. 

The Shoshone Falls are near by 

Pouring over the chasm two hundred feet high. 

The Pillars of Hercules next are seen 

Where our train will pass between. 

We'll view the Dalles of the Columbia river 

Where its sparkling waters flow on forever. 

We'll land at Portland, and while there 

We'll certainly visit the great fair. 

Then perhaps we'll take another notion 

And take a bath in the Pacific ocean. 

The fir and cedar we'll pass by 

Growing from one to three hundred feet high. 



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Here are the beauties of the garden of the world, 
The lovely forests and plains are seen 

In this Union, where our banner is unfurled 
Over the rich fields and meadows green. 



And just for a change a steamer we'll ride 
And sail far out over the ocean tide. 
We'll see the rolling billows as they sway, 
And watch the shark and swordfish play. 
A further description perhaps will do 
In the next letter I write to you. 

I will continue my letter to you 

As on southward in our journey we'll go; 

We'll pass Mt. St. Helena and Rainier too 

Whose lofty peaks are covered with snow. 

We'll go through a tunnel under the mountain, 

And drink of Mount Shasta's soda fountain. 

We'll see the hot springs, and Seven Falls 

That comes rushing down over Nature's walls, 

And see California, the Golden State, 

Where grow the orange, lemon and date; 

We'll see the DeviTs Kitchen and Old Arm Chair, 

His Oven and Teakettle are also there. 

Then the Yosemite Valley there we'll see, 

The gigantic forest, the redwood tree, 

The vernal falls of that state 

And the beauties of the Golden Gate. 

Then the petrified forests in a lake so deep. 

And the evergreens on the mountain steep, 

And see the mines while traveling around 

Where our minerals there are found. 

We'll see shells on the sandy beach, 
And the Ostrich Farm we'll also reach. 
We'll also take our time 
And eat all the fruits we find. 
Thence toward home on our way, 
Across the sandy plains to Arizona. 




Korth American Animals 



Many are the animals, so we're told, 

That are found In this country of ours. 

Where its wondrous beauty doth unfold 
Among the forests, hills and flowers. 



Next the Grand Canyon, with walls a mile high, 

The old homes of the Cliff Dwellers we'll pass by, 

Then the sagebrush and cactus as we go 

And the mountain peaks covered with snow; 

Thence across the line we go 

And see the adobe houses in New Mexico. 

Many canyons and caves we'll pass 

And the large herds of cattle on the grass. 

There are so many things more, 

We could number them by the score. 

Home again our way we'll take, 

Then talk of our travels, and no mistake. 

Pueblo, Colo., July, 1905. 



THROUGH THE EAST AND SOUTH. 



COME with me if you've got the money, 
We'll visit Ohio and Pennsylvania, 
The military homes and falls as we go, 
The earth works and mounds of Ohio. 

The hard coal region and Allegheny, 
The Great Horse Shoe in Pennsylvania; 
Next in New York there we'll see 
The Niagara Falls and the Genesee. 

There is Sing Sing and Lake Erie 

And the state house there to see; 

There's the Adirondacks as we go 

And the military school where the Hudson doth 

flow. 

Through Hoosac tunnel next we're bound, 
Into Massachusetts we'll look around. 

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There's old Bunker Hill of which we boast 
And Plymouth Rock there on the coast. 

Then the White Mountains of which we'll sing, 
And the Great Lake of Champlain; 
The Soldiers' Arch at Hartford we'll note, 
Thence down the Delaware next we'll float. 

We'll visit Atlantic City on our way, 
And the wonderful scenes of New Jersey; 
We'll visit Philadelphia, the home of the brave, 
Old Liberty Hall and Franklin's grave. 

Thence to Washington we take our flight, 
With its stately buildings, what a sight. 
There's Arlington Heights I'll show you. 
Where sleep our braves 'neath the Red, White 
and Blue. 

And Washington's old home not far away, 
As we sail down toward the Chesapeake Bay; 
We'll visit Point Comfort or Fortress Monroe 
And the Norfolk Navy Yards we'll go through. 

We'll see Richmond on our run — 
^Twas once the seat of our Rebellion; 
The caves and caverns we'll pass by. 
And the Hawk's Nest, a pillar a thousand feet high. 
We'll see the Natural Bridge, a wonder too; 
On towards Charleston southward we'll go; 
There's Fort Sumpter on an island true, 
High above the waves floats the Red, White and 
Blue. 

The old Spanish fort and gateway to be seen, 
The live oak and lighthouse at St. Augustine; 
Then on south, the orange tree 
And the Everglades in all their beauty. 

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We'll sail on the Gulf amid tropical scenes, 
We'll visit Mobile and New Orleans, 
There some of the islands too we'll reach 
And gather the shells along on the beach. 

Then through Alabama with its springs and 

fountains, 
We'll visit Chattanooga and Lookout mountains; 
Through the Southern battle fields then we'll go, 
Whose scenes filled the American hearts with woe. 

Then if we are quite lucky 
We'll view the wonders of old Kentucky; 
There's the Mammoth Cave and several more, 
The hills and valleys we'll explore. 

Thence on northward we'll migrate 
Across into the grand old Hoosier state; 
There is a 'oeautiful cave here to see, 
Many mines and quarries too there be. 

We'll see its beautiful streams like silver bands 
Flowing in all directions in the Hoosier lands; 
Then safe once more we'll reach our home. 
Then we'll talk of our journeys where we roam. 



INDIANA. 



I'VE traveled through Indiana, 
The grand old Hoosier State; 
And now of its wondrous beauties 
Here the story we'll relate. 

We'll sing of its valleys and woodlands fair, 
Once the red man's hunting-grounds, 

Before the tide of civilization 
Had made its western rounds. 

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We'll sing of the silvery streams, 
Its springs and fountains there, 

Of its prairies, hills and caves, 

And all their wonders we'll declare. 

We'll sing of its wonders 

Wherever we may roam; 
In power it sways the sceptre 

On our governmental throne. 

We see the many fine cities 
That dot its valleys and plains; 
The beauty of field and byways, 
And the great railroad lines. 

September, 1905. 



THE KANKAKEE. 



WE'LL sing you a song of a sluggish 
stream, 
Where its bright, sparkling waters roll; 
Where marshes and swamps and ponds are 
seen. 
As onward it moves to the goal. 

Along its banks the beautiful trees, 

With its wonders there untold; 
We hear the hum of the bees 

Where Nature's beauties doth unfold. 

And the rich fields of waving grain. 

What a lovely sight to behold! 
The orchards red and meadows green, 

How can all their beauties be told? 

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The brant and duck on the waves so blue, 
And the fish in the clear, silvery stream; 

So peacefully on floats our canoe, 
While we hear all Nature sing. 

August, 1905. 



THE TIPPECANOE RIVER. 



WE'LL sing of a lovely river, 
Marked out like a silver band, 
Where it plays in beauty ever. 

As it wanders along through the land. 

We'll sing of a lovely river. 

Among the rocks we see the foam, 

Where it is rolling there forever. 
As in beauty it plays there alone. 

We'll sing of a lovely river. 

Where all Nature there doth sing. 

We'll forget thy wonders never. 

From its banks rich treasures bring. 

We'll sing of a lovely river, 

The grand old Tippecanoe, 
Where the foe tried our armies to sever. 

Is now the home of the boys in blue. 



THE IROQUOIS. 



7t\ E'LL sing of the Iroquois; 
VJL/ Along its banks a plenty of noise, • 
While on the green play the girls and boys. 
While we sing of the Iroquois. 

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Of the Iroquois we will sing, 
As from the marshes its waters bring, 
Along its banks are many a spring, 
While of the Iroquois we will sing. 

Sing of the Iroquois river, 
As it flows in all kinds of weather; 
On its banks grow the trees so clever. 
While we sing of the Iroquois river. 

Sing while the Iroquois doth flow, 
Along the banks its beauties show, 
Where the fields of grain doth grow, 
As we sing while the Iroquois doth flow. 

Sing of the Iroquois while passing by, 
Its rippling waters 'neath the sunny sky; 
Now we bid thee a kind good-bye, 
We'll sing of the Iroquois while passing 
away. 

August, 1905. 



ST. JOSEPH RIVER. 



WE'LL sing of the beauties there as we go 
Along in our path on the banks of St. Joe. 
There where Nature's beauties are spread, 
With its clear, sparkling water and the trees are its 
shade. 

We'll sing of the beauties there as we go 
And the wonders of Nature as we see the St. Joe. 
There beneath its banks are the bubbling springs, 
Down through the land it meets the wandering 
streams. 

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We'll sing of the beauties there as we go, 
While the years roll on flows the waters of St. Joe. 
Here through the summer are the bright sun- 
beams, 
The winter's blast brings the ice-crystal scenes. 

We'll sing of the beauties there as we go, 

Where our boat cuts the foam on the waves of 

St. Joe. 
Here once the Indian huts were scattered around, 
We see far and wide where its treasures are found. 

We'll sing of the beauties there as we go, 

And of the many towns along the banks of St. Joe, 

Where it doth there in majesty roll, 

We'll never forget the story long told. 



RENSSELAER. 



1V7 OW, good people, if you don't care 
_L I I'll write you a poem on Rensselaer, 
Our roads are good, the way is clear 
To pay us a visit at Rensselaer 
That is built on the Iroquois. 

See our fine town while you are here 
And buy you a home in Rensselaer. 
You'll have good health, you needn't fear. 
There are plenty of doctors in Rensselaer, 
That is built on the Iroquois. 

Our groceries are cheap, I'll declare, 
You'll find it so in Rensselaer. 
Our goods are a yard wide or something near 
In the dry goods stores of Rensselaer, 
That is built on the Iroquois. 

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It is a good place it doth appear 
To raise your children in Rensselaer; 
So try your luck while you are near 
And stay a while in Rensselaer 
That is built on the Iroquois. 

August, 1905. 



JASPER COUNTY. 



WE'LL sing of our homes and native land, 
And their beauties while traveling on; 
And the many rich farms on every hand, 
Of Old Jasper we'll sing this song. 

We'll sing of our homes and native land: 
Of its meadows and silvery streams, 

Where its buildings and orchards stand, 
And the forests are dressed in green. 

We'll sing of our homes and native land; 

Here are the rich fields of oats and corn. 
And the highways with their scenery grand; 

We'll sing while passing along. 

We'll sing of our homes and native land, 
With its industries and great wealth, 

And its birds and bees form Nature's Band, 
With pure waters and good health. 

We'll sing of our homes and native land, 
How can all their beauties be told? 

While the sunbeams play on the golden strand 
Where Nature's wonders doth there unfold. 

September- 1905. 

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MICHIGAN. 



IVTOW my friends, if you'll attend, 
_L J. And listen till this story ends, 
We'll write you a fine description 
Of the state of Michigan. 

Here is where the white pine grows, 
Through winter they have their deep snows. 
Up through here the fruits are fine, 
You'll see rich fields of golden grain. 

Up in Michigan you'll find there still 
Many a saw and shingle mill; 
Many fine towns they have there, 
Along the rivers and lakes so clear. 

Some fine scenes along the streams. 
With its forests of evergreens, 
Also minerals here you'll find, 
Along the great Superior line. 

The fine lakes along our way, 
On their waves the sunbeams play; 
And some game you'll find there, 
Birds and squirrels, the deer and bear. 

September, 1905. 



MACKINAC ISLAND. 



WE'LL sing of the Island of Mackinac 
Where the waves in splendor, how they 
roll 
As they break on a rock-bound coast, — 

How can the wonders of the island be told? 

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We'll sing of the Island of Mackinac 
Where the archway of stone doth stand, 

While many other beauties we see 
On this isle out from the land. 

We'll sing of the Island of Mackinac, 

There encircled with waves in their flight, 

Here our boat is rocked in the foam, 
We see their spray like jewels of light. 

We'll sing of the Island of Mackinac, 
- A resort fanned by the breezes o'er; 
Now we leave these lovely scenes 
And the far-off lands explore. 



LAKE SUPERIOR. 



THERE'S a lake whose wondrous beauty 
Far excels your fancy dreams; 
The breezes are cool and refreshing 
Like the breath of early spring. 

There's a lake with all its beauties 

In this story we will tell, 
With its pure and sparkling waters, 

There we all remember well. 

There's a lake with all its beauties 

Fringed around in living green. 
And the many towns and cities 

Along its shores for miles are seen. 

There's a lake with all its beauties 
And with rich treasures hidden there 

We are sailing over its bosom 
Out among its waves so clear. 

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There's a lake with all its beauties 
With many a lovely isle so fair, 

There are many sparkling streams. 
O could we of its beauties share! 

September, 1905. 



WISCONSIN. 



WE'LL sing of a state by the lake, 
Where many pleasures we see; 
Boating, hunting and fishing. 
And many other sports there be. 

We'll sing of a state by the lake, 
Where many wonders are seen; 

With valleys nigh and hills so high, 
Its springs and mountain streams. 

We'll sing of a state by the lake, 
Its game there, the deer and bear; 

We hear the birds' song while passing on, 
We see its fields and valleys fair. 

We'll sing of a state by the lake. 

Its products are wheat, oats and corn; 
The garden too and pine forests grow: 

We'll tell of its wonders in song. 

We'll sing of a state by the lake: 

'Tis a great commonwealth, they have 
good health. 
See its beauties and wonders as we go: 
Here many are its treasures and wealth. 

September, 1905. 
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Natural Bridge on Mackinac Island 

The Natural Bridge next we saw; 

Among the rocks the pines grow, 
In Upper Michigan on the Isle of Mackinac, 

Where the winters are cold, and pleanty of snow. 



LAKE MICHIGAN. 



WE'LL sing of the beauties once again 
As the waves of the lake we behold, 
Where the waves play o'er its beads of sand, 
There, forever, while the ages roll. 

We'll sing of the beauties once again 
As the steamers on its bosom play, 

While the fish are playing 'neath the waves, 
As we journey to the cities far away. 

We'll sing of the beauties once again, 

Where the silver streams reach their goal, 

Where the waves are sporting on the beach: 
How beautiful are the pictures enscroUed! 

We'll sing of the beauties once again. 
Along its banks the waters are stayed; 

There its fragrance like the flowers 
And the forests their beauties display. 

We'll sing of the beauties once again. 

As our boat cuts the foam of the waters blue; 

We'll ne'er forget all thy wonders. 
So now we bid thee a kind adieu. 



MINNESOTA. 



WE'LL sing of Minnesota state 
That is so very great. 
And its story we'll relate 
If we here make no mistake. 
While we sing, while we sing. 
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The Steamer Ferry Boat, Mackinac 

The boat with twelve cars on its way, 

Crossing the straits in all kinds of weather; 

'Tis seen on her run, day after day. 

In the sunshine and when snow and ice gather. 



We'll sing of Minnesota state, 
With its streams and many a lake; 
Sing of its beauties as we wait. 
It welcomes all through its gate, 
While we sing, while we sing. 

We'll sing of Minnesota as we go; 
See its springs and fountains flow. 
Of its wonders you shall know: 
There's lots of game and fine fish too, 
While we sing, while we sing. 

We'll sing of Minnesota on our retreat: 
Many forests there we meet; 
Its fruits are juicy and sweet, 
Of its wild game there we'll eat, 
While we sing, while we sing. 

We'll sing of Minnesota once again. 
With its fields of golden grain. 
Iron, copper and coal in the vein. 
O could we all its beauties explain. 
While we sing, while we sing! 

September, 1905. 



LAKE ITASCA. 



LET us sing of the beauties 
Of valley and hill, 
Of the silvery streams 
And the lake so still. 



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Scenes along Lake Superior 

There's a lake whose wondrous beauty, 
Far excels your fancy dreams, 

With Its breezes cool, refreshing. 
Like the breath of early spring. 



We'll sing as we float 
Over its waters so blue; 

In its fragrance as the flowers, 
Around our canoe. 

We'll sing of the beauties 

That doth unfold, 
And its silvery leaves 

With pictures enscroUed. 

We'll sing of the beauties 

Of the Itasca Lake: 
'Tis fringed with flowers 

Where its waves break. 

We'll sing of the beauties 

Of the Lake Itasca, 
While out on its waves 

Where the sunbeams play. 

September, 1905. 



RAINY LAKE AND RIVER. 



WE'LL sing of our boundary line, 
As the lake and river we see. 
And their beauties among the pine; 
O could we on their waves stay! 

We'll sing of our boundary line; 

There the countries they divide; 
There with its scenery fine, 

'Tis the beauty of Nature's pride. 

We'll sing of our boundary line, 

While we float where the sunbeams play; 

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Ashland on Superior. 

Ashland on Superior for miles is seen, 
This is the largest fresh water lake, 

Many beautiful Isles of evergreen, 
One of the wonders it doth make. 



See its birds and flowers sublime, 
While we're moving on our way. 

We'll sing of our boundary line: 
So far from our homes we sail, 

Where the lake and river combine, 
Where we're floating with the gale. 

We'll sing of our boundary line. 
Where its beauty doth unfold, 

Where its waves in the moonbeams shine. 
Please remember the stories told. 

September, 1905. 



NORTH DAKOTA'S PRAIRIES. 



OUT on the Dakota prairies 
So peacefully we ride. 
Surrounded by its beauties 
As over the plains we glide. 

Out on the Dakota prairies, 
Among its beds of flowers, 

We hear all Nature singing, 
Of its bright and happy hours. 

Out on the Dakota prairies 

We hear the Qieadowlark's song; 

Out among the daisies so fair 

And the many wonders we see pass 
along. 

Out on the Dakota prairies. 
There as if in the Fairy Lands, 

Overspread by green carpets 

With their beauties on every hand. 

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Out on the Dakota prairies 

Where the days are long, 
We hear the humming- bees 

And the busy workers' song. 

August, 1905. 



THE RED RIVER OF THE NORTH. 



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E'LL sing of a wonderful river, 
There in our northern land, 
With, a rich valley grand, 
Where the waters are flowing forever. 



We'll sing of a wonderful river, 

Where its banks are dressed in green; 
There are the many fields of grain, 

Above where it smiles so clever. 

We'll sing of a wonderful river, 
The Red River, a silvery stream. 
Far around a rich valley doth drain, 

Along where the springs are bubbling ever. 

We'll sing of a wonderful river. 

As we all its beauty see, 

How sweet among its fragrance to be; 
We'll forget its wonders, no, never! 

We''ll sing of a wonderful river, 

Hidden there by winter's frost and snow; 
But still onward it doth flow. 
Till the spring its ice will sever. 

September, 1905. 
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The Dalles of Wisconsin. 

The Scenes In Wisconsin's summer time, 
The birds in the banks their nests do build, 

Along the rivers with their scenery fine, 
Ere the September breeze the air has chilled. 



BRIDAL VEIL FALLS. 



WE'LL sing of the falls in the wildwood; 
Of the beautiful Bridal Veil; 
Its wonders again recall our childhood, 
As it lies hid in its leafy trail. 

We'll sing of the falls in clouds of light, 
Where it makes its leap over the walls. 

While we admire this wondrous sight, 
We'll never forget the hidden falls. 

We'll sing of the Bridal Veil, 

As we hear its murmuring waters roll, 

Down among the rocks in the vale. 
So swift are they! Beyond control. 

We'll sing of the falls as we go, 

As it plays in the bright sunbeams; 

At its feet a circling rainbow, 

Its sparkling waters like jewels seen. 

We'll sing of the falls with pleasure. 

As the mists float 'neath the sunny sky; 

Where are all its hidden treasures? 

Now we'll leave thee; a kind good-bye. 

September, 1905. 



THE DEVIL'S LAKE. 



OF the beauties of the Lake we'll write^ 
With its waves like silver bands; 
It spreads out over the plains, 
There to beautify the lands. 

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Bridal Veil Falls, North Dakota. 

We'll sing of the fallb in the wildwood, 

Of the beautiful Bridal Veil, 
Its beauties again recall our childhood 

As it lies hid in its leafy trail. 



Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write, 
That is fringed with living green; 

Here the workers are the birds and bees, 
And it welcomes all the wandering streams. 

Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write 
As we float around in our canoe; 

See the flowers and roses gay, 

Where the trout play in the waters blue. 

Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write, 

There its wonders we behold, 
With its cool, refreshing springs; 

All its beauties can never be told. 

Of the beauties of the Lake we'll write, 
On its waves the sunbeams play, 

Surrounded there by green carpets; 
Oh, could we here longer stay! 

September, 1905. 



THROUGH MONTANA. 



VE are crossing Montana, 
Of its beauties we relate; 
With its inhabitants up-to-date. 
As we sing of a wonderful state. 
We are crossing Montana, 

With its pine forests wide 

That are Nature's pride, 

As through the state we ride. 

We are crossing Montana, 

With its many flocks and herds, 
And a plenty of game birds, 
And some very dusty roads. 

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Minnehaha Falls, Minnesota. 

Minnehaha Falls next to be seen 
With Its sparkling waters pouring clown; 

Among the rocks this silvery stream, 
Away to the ocean It Is bound. 



We are crossing Montana, 

There's the oats, wheat and rye, 
And the Rocky Mountains high, 
The rich valleys are near by. 

We are crossing Montana, 

Some wild animals are there, 
The wolf, deer and bear. 
With the squirrel, badger and hare. 

August, 1905. 



CUSTER'S MONUMENT. 



THERE is a spot that is so dear 
To all our kindred brothers. 
Where Custer's Monument doth appear, 
That stands afar from all others. 

Here is where our heroes fell 

While on the field of battle. 
The Indians charged with a savage yell; 

They hear their weapons rattle. 

Our brave boys on the plains 

Against a superior number. 
How dark the hour that terror reigns! 

When our boys were cut asunder. 

Hard was the fight, hand-to-hand; 

The struggle we'll remember. 
They thought of homes and native land; 

They never would surrender. 

The day was lost, we'll ne'er forget 
All the honors that are due those. 

The field was quiet at sunset 

Where lay our fallen heroes. 

August, 1905. 
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The Game in the Northwest. 

The game in these states what a fine dish, 
The geese, ducks and brants are seen on the lakes 

Whose waters abound with many fine fish, 
While in the streams they its surface breaks. 



THE MOUNTAINS. 



A Ay/E'RE traveling down the mountains, 
Among its pillars and castles great; 
Down along by the mountain walls 
With its high towers and gates,. 

We're traveling down the mountains 
Leaving behind the crystals of snow, 

Down among the rocks and boulders 
Where the sparkling waters flow. 

We're traveling down the mountains 

Shaded by the evergreens, 
Down among the rocks like fragments strewn, 

O could we describe these wondrous scenes! 

We're traveling down the mountains, 
Among the foothills now we glide, 

Along through the canyons hidden by the walls, 
Beneath the lofty crags there we swiftly ride. 

We're traveling down the mountains. 
Now we've reached the valleys gay, 

Down among the beds of flowers 
We see the rich fields on our way. 

August, 1905. 



IDAHO. 



WE'RE traveling through Idaho 
Where the pine forests grow. 
With its mountains covered with snow, 
As we go, as we go. 

We're traveling through the state 
Where its wealth is very great 

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The Falls of the Yellowstone River, Montana. 

The falls In Montana are so high. 

We see them as onward we go, 
It seems that they fall from the skies. 

But they are just coming clown from the snow. 



With its improvements up-to-date, 
As we go, as we go. 

Through Idaho now we're bound. 
Where the minerals are found, 
And plenty of game there abound. 
As we go, as we go. 

Through Idaho with a steady tread, 
Here we find the lava bed 
Lying west of the watershed. 
As we go, as we go. 

Through Idaho with its fine scenes. 
And its lovely mountain streams, 
With sheep and cattle on the green, 
« As we go, as we go. 

Through Idaho we're moving still 
We pass the saw and shingle mill, 
Also the mountains and the hill, 
As we go, as we go. 

August, 1905 



THE LAVA BED. 



HERE are the great lava beds. 
Lying west of the watersheds 
Where the country is overspread, 
In the West, in the West. 

It is as hard as a bone, 
Composed of melted iron and stone 
And other minerals there known, 
In the West, in the West. 

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Idaho Indian Dancers. 

There are many Indians out through the West, 
We see their wigwams at a glance; 

Civilization and labor they detest 
But love their sports, the hunt and dance. 



Where it covers all the ground, 
There for many miles around, 
In the countries where it's found, 
In the West, in the West. 

In places broken like fields of ice, 
But is far from being as nice; 
Go and see if you have the price, 
To the West, to the West. 

What must have been the sight! 
When flooded with red waves of light, 
Like a tornado in its flight. 

Over the West, over the West. 

August, 1905. 



LAKE PONDERAY. 



LET us sing of the beauties of the day: 
Near the foot of the mountains are seen 
The gentle waves of Ponderay 
There fringed in living green. 

Over its waves the balmy breezes. 
On their crests the sunbeams play; 

How rich are all of Nature's prizes! 
See its mantles of blue and gray. 

O where are now the rich treasures, 

Do they in its bosom lie? 
O how we enjoy the pleasures 

Of its beauties while passing by! 

Along its banks are the lovely springs 

Where the cool and refreshing bubbles play, 

Here it welcomes the silvery streams 
That flow from the mountains far away. 

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Let us sing of the beauties of Ponderay 
As we sail over its waters blue, 

There among the flowers so gay 
Where we float in our canoe. 

August, 1905. 



THE FOREST FIRES. 



THE forest fires are raging 
And the flames are gathering 'round, 
For the destruction of the buildings 
That are within its pathway found. 

Do you see how the woodmen 

Stand firmly in the fight? 
And the more it doth oppose them 

The stronger is their might. 

See the smoke as it is curling 

Far above the plains of light; 
Now we hear the bugle calling 

All the woodmen to the fight. 

They are out with their equipments, 

See! The struggle has begun! 
How the flames are swiftly rolling,— 

Who can stand that fiery storm? 

It carries destruction in its bosom, 
Leaving Death within its track; 

See how fast the trees are falling 
As in vain they drive it back. 

Now the winds, they are arising. 
And the flames are leaping by: 

Our army is too few in number, 
Far, to face a fiery sky. 

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A Cedar 250 Feet High in Vy^ashington. 

The spruce and cedars we pass by, 
The majestic monarchs of the forests seen, 

Rearing their heads over three hundred feet high, 
With their beautiful foliage of green. 



The liquid flames are faster rolling: 
Yonder is a lake in sight. 

Now we hear the shouts of triumph: 
It will stop his dreadful flight. . 



A SONG OF SHOSHONE; 



IN beauty plays the great Shoshone^ 
Pouring over its granite walls; 
Its sparkling waters like jewels thrown 
In the sunlight around the falls. 

Of its wonders we will sing, 

As it doth in majesty roll; 
From other lands its treasures bring 

While moving onward to the goal. 

It.is enveloped in clouds of light, 
Its royal scepter, the rainbow, 

Forever singing of power and might 
As it doth its beauty show. 

As it pours down the great abyss, 
Dropping full two hundred feet, 

It is hidden by the deep mist, 

Over the rocks it makes its leap. 

O thou queen of Nature's hand! 

Above the tempest thy voice is heard; 
Thou boldest now thy reins in hand, 

Thy robes are like a white-winged bird. 

August, 1905. 

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Cedar Stump in Washington. 

Some of these stumps are twenty feet across, 
They have a firm foundation too; 
Some families use them for a house. 
So firm when the storms doth blow. 



WASHINGTON STATE SONG. 



WE are traveling through Washington 
state, 
With its resources are very great; 
Of its beauties there we'll relate, 
So we have no time to wait; 

As we go, as we go. 
Here the silver and gold are found, 
And other minerals there abound, 
Plenty of grain by looking around. 
And its fruits so juicy and sound, 

As we go, as we go. 
There's the fine, large distills 
By the beautiful, evergreen hills, 
With their brooks and rippling rills, 
A plenty of saw and shingle mills, 

As we go, as we go. 

With its cedars three hundred feet high 
And the many falls we pass by. 
The snow-capped peaks in the sky; 
A part of the state is very dry, 

As we go, as we go. 
There's the deer, bear and wolverine 
And a plenty of sea birds are seen; 
With many a beautiful ravine 
Shaded by the lofty evergreen, 

As we go, as we go. 
There's many a town and city great, 
We see the progress of the state. 
So much business our train is late 
To where the people do immigrate; 

Here we'll stay, here we'll stay. 

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Logging on the Pacific Coast. 

Of many fine logs this climate can boast, 
They are cut with band saws, 1 say, 

In these states along the coast- 
In Washington, Oregon and California. 



THE FORESTS. 



WE'LL sing of the lovely forests 
Where Nature makes her display; 
Where the birds build their nests, 
Where the trees are in beauty array. 

Chorus 

Sing of the lovely forests, 

Repeat the glad refrain. 
From the valley to the mountains 

Is a sea of living green. 

We'll sing of the lovely forests, 

Fringed with a leafy screen 
So gracefully waving in the breeze. 

Beneath their folds a silvery stream. — Cho. 

We'll sing of the lovely forests. 

Entwined with vines and mistletoe. 

Where are now its beautiful treasures? 
There we see them as we go. — Cho. 

We'll sing of the lovely forests, 

While we gather the flowers and mosses 
there, 

Near the many springs and fountains, 

With their beauty and fragrance rare. — Cho. 

We'll sing of the lovely forests; 

Of the beauties of the closing day. 
There how sweetly all may rest 

While the glowing sun is hid away. — Cho. 

August, 1905. 

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Scenes in British Columbia and 
Burying Ground. 

Moose hunting in British Columbia, 
By the sportsmen it is fine fun ; 

They wear snowsboes of a winter's day, 
And capture their game on the run. 



THE PACIFIC SLOPE. 



WE'LL just take a note 
Of the great Pacific slope: 
See the sheep and mountain goat, 
While we stay, while we stay. 

It is washed by the ocean deep, 
Bounded by the mountains steep, 
Where the rivers and ocean meet, 
While we stay, while we stay. 

Wonderful forests here are seen, 
The redwood, fir and cedar we mean. 
Here and there crossed by a silvery stream. 
While we stay, while we stay. 

They have corn, oats and wheat. 
The fruits are both solid and sweet, 
With fish and game to eat, 
While we stay, while we stay. 

We see the steamers in the bay, 
Loading with products while they stay. 
To go to distant ports away, 
While we stay, while we stay. 

Many precious stones are found. 
And rich minerals there abound. 
Fine stone and marble under ground. 
While we stay, while we stay. 

August, 1905. 
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Lake Ages, Alberta, Canada. 

There is a lake that is spread 
Far above the ocean tide, 

Fenced in with mountain's round; 
Its beauties are Nature's pride 



THE PUGET SOUND. 



WE are now on the Sound, 
As we sail on. 
And we'll take a look around, 

As we sail on; 
And see the beauties found, 
As we sail, as we sail. 

There many fish they catch, 

As we sail on; 
And the oysters, too, they fetch. 

As we sail on; 
The log rafts there they stretch, 

As we sail, as we sail. 

Some fine cities there are seen. 

As we sail on; 
Its banks are lined with evergreen. 

As we sail on; 
The hills are hid by a leafy screen, 

As we sail, as we sail. 

The Pacific Ocean soon we'll see, 

As we sail on; 
And among the waves we'll be, 

As we sail on; 
Where the shark and swordfish play. 

As we sail, as we sail. 

August, 1905. 



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Crater Lake, Oregon. 

We'll sing of the beauties on the mountains near by, 
Of Crater Lake, eight thousand feet high, 

Where the beautiful landscape in the distance Is seen, 
And the rich valleys of evergreen. 




Hercules Pillars, Oregon. 

Next we see the Pillars of Hercules, 

Near by the Columbia river; 
The works of God and Nature, if you please. 

Beautiful Monuments, they'll stand forever. 



THE CASCADES. 



OTHOU great Cascades so far are seen. 
In beauty aloft are thy snow-capped 
peaks; 
Thy hidden treasures beneath thy feet, 
And thy mantles are the evergreen. 

Thou dost wear a glistening cap of snow, 
Thy foundations are solid granite walls, 

With caverns, caves and their castle halls; 
Thou art girded with a bright rainbow. 

Thy pillars are made by Nature's hand, 
Yet thou dost sing as the years go by, 

Of summer's smiles and winter's sighs: 
For many ages there they firmly stand. 

Over the chasms pour many a waterfall. 
While they're singing around thy feet, 

Far, far below the great, rocky steep. 
And are hid away among the trees so tall. 

Thou must be proud of thy forests old. 

Now tell of my beauties if you can! 
Or of my greatness, who can span? 

And of thy many riches that are untold. 

August, 1905. 



CANADA. 



NOW we visit the Canadian Country, 
To learn of its wonders far away; 
With its treasures and its beauties, 

The rivers and falls make their display. 

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Now we visit the Canadian Country 

With its prairies, valleys and plains, 
There's its forests, lakes and rivers, 
And the wonderful mountain chains. 

Now we visit the Canadian Country, 
There's the oceans, gulfs and bays. 

And the beauties there of Nature; 
There the corn and wheat they raise. 

Now we visit the Canadian Country, 

To the Northern lands we go; 
There the minerals, marbles and limestone. 

The many wild animals and Eskimo. 

Now we visit the Canadian Country 

And the Arctic regions of old. 
Soon we must leave this healthful clime — 

O could we pen Nature's stories told! 



THROUGH OREGON. 



VE are traveling through Oregon, 
Where the trains so swiftly run; 
But you've got to have the *'mon," 
While you go, while you go. 

Here's the cedars and the spruce. 
The eagle, duck and goose, 
And wild animals running loose. 
While you go, while you go. 

Here's the corn, oats and wheat. 
Plums and cherries and berries sweet, 
And turnips, onions and the beet, 
While you go, while you go. 

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Many falls pouring o'er the rocky steep 
And are hid in the forest deep, 
While you go, while you go. 

Here the gold and silver abound, 
And other minerals are found. 
The saw and shingle mills around. 
While we go, while we go. 

Now the ocean tide we reach, 
And we're camping on the beach, 
And the oysters we can reach, 
While we stay, while we stay. 

August, 1905. 



THE Wn^LAMETTE RIVER. 



WE'LL sing of the Willamette River, 
Where its clear waters flow; 
We'll sing of its beauties ever. 
As over its bosom we row. 

We'll sing of the Willamette River, 
Of its sparkling waters so grand; 

Among its fragrants there so clever, 
See its waters like a silvery band. 

We'll sing of the Willamette, 

Of its waters pouring over the falls. 

All its wonders we'll ne'er forget: 
Along its banks the mountain walls. 

We'll sing of the Willamette 
As it rolls on to meet the tide. 

Its springs and streams we remember yet:. 
All these scenes are Nature's pride. 

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How can we its wonders tell? 

O could we of its treasures get! 
Now to its smiles we bid farewell. 

August, 1905. 



THE SONG OF THE PACIFIC. 



WE'RE sailing on the Ocean, 
Out among its waves so blue, 
Where our ship cuts the foam; 
With the brave boys of its crew! 

We'll sing of the Pacific Ocean; 

Its waves are rolling 'neath our feet, 
And the treasures in its bosom 

Are hidden by the waters deep. 

The waves are broken by the mountains. 

And the lovely island chains. 
Now our ship fast is sailing; 

For miles you'll see its white wings. 

We see out around our vessel, 

Where the shark and swordfish play, 

And the many other wonders 
That are seen far out at sea. 

Still on northward now we're steering;. 

Yonder is the whale in sight: 
See! he is spouting high the water. 

We see the mountains on the right. 

We see the Alaskan coast ahead, 

The volcanoes are in sight, 
Throwing high their smoke and cinders:. 

They're enveloped in flames of light. 

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Now we leave the Alaskan coast, 
Sailing to the southern strands, 

Where the orange and palm trees grow 
In their warm and native lands. 



MOUNT RAINIER. 



OTHOU Nature's mount of wonders, 
Dressed in green and white mantles 
around, 
The gems of frost is thy sparkling crown. 
Proudly laughing at the tempest and thunder. 

Like a monarch viewing the landscapes round. 
Above the chasms and rocky steeps, 
And above the hills, there dressed so neat. 

Where many falls and streams abound. 

Thy crown is fourteen thousand feet, 
And the forests doth thee surround, 
Where the rich valleys and fields are found 

Far above the waves of the ocean deep. 

Pray tell me when thou camest forth; 
Who laid the treasures at thy feet, 
Or girded thee around with walls so steep? 

Dost thou recall thy day of birth? 

I came forth when this world was made; 

There at my feet His treasures spilt; 

By Nature's God my walls were built: 
Of the day of my birth thou canst read. 

August, 1905. 
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MOUNT HOOD. 



OHOW good to stand on Mount Hood 
And view the landscape around. 
Long the evergreen has stood in the deep wood — 
With fields and hills it is bound. 

O the beauty of the hill, the brook and the rill, 

The plains there He far beyond; 
Hear the woods with music swell around the waters 
still, 

Far beneath its treasures are found. 

We see lovely springs and sparkling streams, 

How can its beauties be told? 
Here Nature sings of her wondrous things 

As she doth her book there unfold. 

The rich fields of grain and orchards show the 
same — 

This mountain has stood for centuries of old; 
We'll stop again and read of his fame, 

With foundations of silver and gold. 

He stands there a king, for many miles is seen, 

With his sparkling crown of snow; 

His rich gifts he doth bring, beneath his mantle 

green, 

As he doth his great majesty show. 

August, 1905. 



HERCULES' PILLARS. 



^^ ING, O sing of the wonders 
\_J And of the beauties of Hercules; 
See! They stand so proudly yonder, 
Out among the evergreen trees. 

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Sing, O sing your songs so clever, 
Where the Pillars of Hercules stand 
Overlooking the Columbia River 
And the beauties of the land. 

Sing, O sing your songs so sweet 
Where the Pillars rear their heads, 

With the Columbia at their feet 
Moving over its gravel beds. 

Sing, O sing your songs of love; 

Of Hercules, built by Nature's hand, 
Who rear their heads so far above 

As if to view the sceneries grand. 

Sing, O sing those wonders again 
As we leave this lovely spot; 

Sing of the mountains and the plains 
And of Hercules' happy lot. 

September, 1905. 



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NOW we visit the Columbia 
Where its sparkling waters roll; 
By the mountains it is nourished 
With their waters pure and cold. 

Now we'll sing of the Columbia 
Where its sparkling waters roll 

Onward to the Pacific Ocean — 
It will reach its final goal. 

We will gather of its treasures 

(Some lie buried 'neath the sands). 

Of its flowers, shells and pearls — 
See its beauties on every hand. 

We are floating as a feather 

Out over its waters blue; 
In its fragrance as the flowers, 

Peacefully on glides our canoe. 

Its banks are like the mountain chains 
Towering 'neath th-e sunny sky; 

Now we're passing the silvery streams 
Pouring over the precipice high. 

Still we're moving toward the ocean 
As if borne on the waves of light; 

There's the fir, the spruce and cedar — 
The peaceful ocean is in sight. 

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THE CEDARS. 



WE'LL sing of the lovely cedars, 
Like a giant, with twigs so high; 
Sing'of its rich, green mantle 
Gracefully waving in the sky. 

See! They're monarchs of the valley, 
As for centuries they have stood 

Laughing there at the driving storm, 
A fine body of pinkish wood. 

It is used by the sailor 

On the vast, rolling deep; 
It is used by the woodman, 

A^shelter from the storms they meet. 

Near their feet are the silvery streams. 
Above their heads the mountain peaks, 

Where it stands there so firmly 
Within the great forest's deep. 

We^will sing of the lovely cedars 

As we leave them far away. 
As to other lands we're going 

We'll bid them a kind good-day. 

August, 1905 



CRATER LAKE. 



THERE'S a lake on the mountains 
Far above the rolling seas. 
Where the golden sunbeams play. 
Let us sing of its beauties. 

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Ostrich. Farm in California. 

We view the large ostrich farm too, 
Where they have many birds together; 

Quite an industry we see as we go, 
They are raised for their fine feather. 



There's a lake on the mountains, 

Some eight thousand feet high, 
Where the air is pure and bracing 

On the mountains where it lies. 

There's a lake on the mountains — 

See its circling, silvery bands, 
Far above the streams and forests. 

As if to view the far-off lands. 

There's a lake on the mountains 
Whose banks are the rocky steeps. 

Where we're sailing o'er its waves. 
Its treasures lie buried 'neath its feet. 

There's a lake on the mountains, 

Spread out in beauty while the ages roll, 

In peace and quietude it rests. 

O if its beauties could only be told! 

August, 1905. 

THROUGH CALIFORNIA. 



WE'LL sing of California as we go; 
Of its wonders we will write. 
As we move on in our iiight. 
We see the mountains covered with snow. 

We'll sing of California as we roam. 
Of its fountains and medical springs. 
Its lovely valleys and mountain streams 

And of the mountaineers' happy home. 

We'll sing of California as we pass, 

The Devil's Kitchen and Old Arm Chair 
(His Oven and Teakettle are also there). 

And of the valley's rich carpet of grass. 

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We'll sing of California as we go on, 

Of the Seven Falls and the great redwood, 
Its tropical fruits that are very good. 

Who can tell its wonders in a song? 

We'll sing of California as we move, 
With its volcanoes and lava beds, 
The wooded hills and snow sheds, 

Of the many birds, the pigeon and the dove. 

September, 1905. 



MOUNT SHASTA. 



THERE'S a mountain far away 
There in the land of gold; 
O could you its wonders see 
As it stands in that region old. 

There's a mountain far away 

Whose wonders are untold, 
Where the spring and soda fountain play, 

Where Nature's book doth unfold. 

There's a mountain far away. 

Where the sun sinks in the deep, 

So high are its solid granite walls. 

It rears its head fourteen thousand feet. 

There's a mountain far away — 

Shasta is the name we sing- 
Its treasures are hid beneath its folds, 

Its dress is a mantle of green. 

There's a mountain far away 

That wears a crown of light; 
Its jewels are the frost and snow — 

We'll sing of this wonderful sight. 

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THE REDWOOD. 



^ ING of the forests of the redwood trees, 
y_y As in beauty they stand all Nature to 

please. 
Sing of the forests of the redwood trees — 
What giants of the forests are like these? 

Sing of the forests of the redwood, 

So majestic they stand, both green and good. 

Sing of the forest of the redwood, 

That for long centuries there have stood. 

Sing of the redwood while passing by. 

As they rear their heads three hundred feet high. 

Sing of the redwood while passing by. 

So gracefully waving in the sky. 

Sing of the redwood with mantle green 
That stand in power dressed like a king. 
Sing of the redwood with mantle green, 
That for many miles they are seen. 

Sing of the redwood forests as they grow, 
We'll think of their wondrous beauty as we go, 
Sing of the redwood forests as they grow. 
In sorrow we bid them a last adieu. 

August, 1905. 



THE SEVEN FALLS. 



HERE is where the sparkling waters roll; 
'Tis the beauty of the Seven Falls, 
Descending over the mountain walls, 
As they move onward to their goal. 

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Their robes are like the jewels rare, 

Their feet are hid by the clouds of light, 

Ever singing of its power and might, 
Brightly shown in the mountain air. 

Among the rocks its treasures are seen, 
As down the mountain it doth climb, 

A silvery beauty there sublime, 

Where it drinks from every spring. 

It is flowing through the land; 

See, it is hidden by the forests green. 
How peacefully flows the mountain stream; 

And will reach the ocean strand. 

Far behind are the snow-capped peaks. 

On the mountains there go by, 
With sharp- pointed rocks piercing the sky. 

Where it rolls on, the tides to meet. 

August, 1905. 



SIERRA NEVADA MOUNTAINS. 



WF/LL sing of a mountain range 
Far away in our land of gold, 
'Tis the Sierra Nevada we see — 
A wonder while the ages roll. 

We'll sing of a mountain range 

That stands in a region old; 
With their sparkling crowns so high. 

What a lovely sight to behold! 

We'll sing of a mountain range 

As we hear the story told; 
Its many treasures unseen, 

Where they laugh at the tempests and 

cold. 

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Needle Mountains, California. 

These mountains differ from others, 
A beauty In Nature for miles are seen, 

Their round tops decorated with snow feathers 
While their bases are covered with evergreen. 



We'll sing of a mountain range 
Where Nature's book doth unfold; 

Precious stones and minerals are found; 
Many are the beauties they hold. 

We'll sing of a mountain range, 

There they stand as monarchs bold; 

Where the palm and magnolia grow; 
They were formed by Nature's mold. 

We'll sing of a mountain range, 

Where Nature's pictures are scrolled; 

There the roses and lilies bloom — 
How can all its beauties be enrolled? 



YOSEMITE VALLEY. 



THERE is a lovely valley 
Withm our sunny land; 
'Tis a beauty — the Yosemite — 
With its scenery grand. 

There in this lovely valley, 
With its great waterfalls; 

Near by is the redwood 
And the mountain walls. 

There in this lovely valley. 
Its beauties doth unfold; 

So many are its treasures 
And wonders there untold. 

There in this lovely valley, 

Its pictures are Nature's charms; 

The butterflies and roses 
Are gathered in its arms. 

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The Yosemite Valley, California. 

There is a lovely valley, 
That pictures Nature's charms, 

The butterflies and rose-^. 
Are gathered in its arms. 



There in this lovely valley 
Are gems and jewels rare, 

The palm and magnolia, 
And crystal fountains fair. 

August, 1905 



THROUGH NEVADA. 



OF a state on the plains we'll sing, 
'Tis the great state of Nevada, far away, 
With its mountains, hills and plains, 
And its streams where the sunbeams 
play. 

Of a state on the plains we'll sing, 
In our far-off southwestern lands, 

We'll hear the strains that Nature brings 
And see the great beds of sand. 

Of a state on the plains we'll sing, 

With its treasures hidden there; 
Its silvery streams and hot springs, 

The precious stones and jewels rare. 

Of a state on the plains we'll sing. 
Where fine marbles and minerals are 
found; 

Many fine timbers and lovely springs. 
The pine and the evergreen abound. 

Of a state on the plains we'll sing, 

There with its barren tablelands; 
The rich valleys their treasures bring, 
There on its golden strands. 

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ON THE PLATEAU 



VE stop as we go through 
On a great and high plateau 
Where they have neither rain or dew, 

While passing through, passing through. 

Here the ground is quite bare 
There's no trees or grass there, 
And dusty enough to make you swear, 
While passing through, passing through. 

Here the air is so light, 

And this is a wonderful sight. 

To see the mountains on the right, 

While passmg through, passing through. 

We see the pillars there so high 
The barren rocks we pass by, 
And we have no time to stay, 

While passing through, passing through; 

Now we leave the barren land. 
And go through the valley grand 
With fruitful fields on every hand. 

While passing through, passing through. 

August, 1905. 



A SONG ON THE PLAINS. 



WE are traveling over the plains 
Where it seldom ever rains 
And a cloud hides our train. 

We'll get there, we'll get there. 
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Just like a cloud of night: 
Civilization's lost from sight, 
We'll get there, we'll get there. 

We see the sagebrush grow 
And the cactus as we go; 
And the sands drift like snow, 
We'll get there, we'll get there. 

Where the sands are at play 
And the train men scoop it away 
And the train there must stay, 
We'll get there, we'll get there. 

Where the dust flies so high 
Like a cloud in the sky. 
And it will get in your eye. 

We'll get there, well get there. 

Where the dust gets down your neck 
And it goes through every crack 
And you wish that you were back. 
Before you get there, you get there. 

Now we've reached the other side 
With its fields and forests wide. 
And we'll sail on the ocean tide, 
We are there, we are there. 



THROUGH UTAH. 



OF a land in the West we'll sing, 
Where the sun is hidden by mountains 
gray; 
Where the Golden Eagle drops his wing. 
Nature's songs are hushed at closing day. 

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A beautiful temple with wall* so strong, 
It cost three million, we're told; 

Tis a wonder we see while passing on, 
Like the great buildings of old' 



Of a land in the West we will tell; 

'Tis a great commonwealth, the Utah state. 
Came in, in ninety-six, the date we all remem- 
ber well. 

Since then its wealth has grown very great. 
There's a land in the West there seen, 

Where many rich minerals abound, 
And the forests of living green; 

Some rich valleys there are found. 

There's a land in the West on the plains, 
Of its many beauties we are told; 

'Tis here peace and harmony reigns, 
Where Nature's wonders doth unfold. 

September, 1905. 



THE CASTLE GATE. 



AGAIN we'll sing of the wonders 
While we're passing through the land, 
We'll sing of Nature's beauties 

That are found on every hand. 
Again we'll sing of the wonders 

As the Castle Gate comes in sight, 
Whose walls are built by Nature's hand; 

We'll tell all the wonders in our flight. 
Again we'll sing of the wonders, 

How firm are old Castle's walls! 
As in monumental beauty it stands 

Built there like the ancient castle halls.. 
Again we'll sing of the wonders 

As for centuries they stand 
As if to view all the beauties 

In the valleys and foreign lands. 

August, 1905.. 

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The Devil's Slide in Utah. 

Here two rows of rocks are seen, 

On the steep mountain side, 
A railroad at the base, a narrow pass between— 

Tliis is called the Devil's Slide. 



GREAT SALT LAKE. 



THERE'S a lake in the West, 
So the story is told, 
Its beauties there you can see 
Where its wonders doth unfold. 

There's a lake in the West, 

On its waves the sunbeams play. 

Here it welcomes all the wondering streams 
That flow from the mountains far away 

There's a lake in the West, 

Pure are its streams, but alas! all in vain. 
Here they are lost among its waves, 

All their sweetness is turned into brine. 

There's a lake m the West, 

Where we sail out over its waters blue. 
Along its banks are the crystal flakes 

White as the driven snow brought to view 

There's a lake in the West 

That is bounded by the plains. 
Over the sands its waters roll. 

On the east by the mountain chains. 

August, 1905. 



SALT LAKE CITY, 



THERE'S a city on the plains 
Along by the mountain walls. 
The beauty of the Center West, 
With its towers and stately halls. 

There's a city on the plains 

With fine churches and temples high. 

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In beauty there 'neath the sunny sky. 

There's a city on the plains, 
Its fine buildings there display. 

Broad are its streets and avenues 

With fine gardens and yards on our way. 

There's a city on the plains 

That sits there as a queen, 
In her wondrous beauty array 

With its foliage of living green. 

There's a city on the plains 

Where the sun sinks in the West 

There behind the mountains gray, 

While Nature's songs are hushed to rest. 

August, 1905. 



COLORADO. 



WE'LL sing of the beauties where Nature has 
been. 
Of Colorado, its wonders we'll sing; 
With its wonderful mountains there, so high, 
Our Centennial State we're passing by. 

We'll sing of the beauties where Nature has been. 
Of the waterfall and many a spring; 
Many are its beauties, treasures there found. 
And the lovely valleys in beauty abound. 

We'll sing of the beauties where Nature has been; 
Of its flowers and roses, their fragrance doth bring 
With its canyons and caves many wonders are seen 
From the snow-capped peaks flows many a stream. 

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Then the Royal Gorge we pass through, 
Near the source of the Arkansas riv^er, 

Where the mountains are cut in two, 
Here its precipice walls stand forever. 



We'll sing of the beauties where Nature has been, 
With its butterflies and birds there on the wing. 
Its minerals and products are very good — 
Many are the wonders there on our road. 



THE ROYAL GORGE. 



LET us sirig of the Royal Gorge, 
With its towers and castles high; 
Of the rolling stream at its feet 
With its walls and pillars nigh. 

Let us sing of the Royal Gorge; 

Many crags and chasms there be; 
With its arches and gateways there, 

And the beauties of Nature we see. 

Let us sing of the Royal Gorge; 

There in summer what a fine scene! 
As we view its high granite walls, 

While among the rocks plays the stream. 

Let us sing of the Royal Gorge; 

There for ages so proudly it stands. 
Its beauties can never be told, 

Far away in the foreign lands. 

August, 1905. 



THE GARDEN OF THE GODS. 



WE will sing of Nature's wonders 
Where in power He laid His hands, 
Who built the Garden of the Gods, 
And the wonders in many a land. 

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The Garden of the Gods, Colorado. 

Here God and Nature centuries ago, 
What a wonderful work they wrought! 

He who created this world, we know, 
Must have decorated this beautiful spot. 



We will sing of Nature's wonders 

Who hath built the high granite walls, 

And the Balance Rock we see, 

Near by are the monumental halls. 

We will sing of Nature's wonders: 

See its crags and pillars high, 
There to view the landscape 'round, 

And Pike's Peak is there near by. 

We will sing of Nature's wonders 

As through the departments we stroll 

There is a group of the Gods yonder, 

Standing as monuments while the ages roll. 

We will sing of Nature's wonders, 

Like the ruined cities of old. 
There to laugh at the tempest 

And to sing of the beauties untold. 

September, 1905. 



BLACK CANYON. 



WE'LL sing of the wonders as we wander 
Where the Black Canyon comes in 
sight, 
With its towers and lofty pillars 

And mountain walls on the left and right. 

We'll sing of the wonders as we wander 
Where we're hid by the high granite walls, 

We see the foaming waters at its feet 
And the sparkling waters of the falls. 

We'll sing of the wonders as we wander: 
O where are thy treasures unseen? 

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Mother Grundy, Colorado. 

This great round-top monument— 
A wonder in Nature forever it stands 

Like a huge giant so tall, 
There in our western land. 



High are thy gateways and palisades — 

Their beauties are hid by a mountain screen. 

We'll sing of the wonders as we wander 

And listen to its story told, 
Here for centuries its walls doth stand 

Where Nature's beauties there unfold. 

August, 1905. 



WYOMING. 



OF Wyoming now we will tell, 
Where the flocks and herds there 
do well, 
And many products there they sell, 
While we sing, while we sing. 

Of Wyoming the story is told. 
Its wondrous beauties there unfold, 
About the mountains and ranges so old, 
While we sing, while we sing. 

Up in Wyoming there is found 
Many wild animals and birds abound. 
With its canyons and caves around. 
While we sing, while we sing. 

Up in Wyoming there is yet 
Many fine minerals there they get; 
O'er its plains the golden sun doth set. 
While we sing, while we sing. 

Up in Wyoming as we go. 
The mountains there are covered with snow 
And rich valleys their timbers show. 
While we sing, while we sing. 

September, 1905. 

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Mount Holy Cross, Colorado. 

Mount Holy Cross, with its deep ravines 
Filled with snow the cross to form, 

For tifty miles it can be seen. 
As the traveler wanders along. 



YELLOWSTONE LAKE. 



THERE'S a lake that is spread 
Far above the ocean tide, 
Fenced in with mountains 'round. 
Its beauties there are Nature's pride, 
Within its green folds was found. 

There's a lake that is spread 
Oat in our western land, 

Hid by the mountains gray. 
L'3t us sing of the beauties on every hand, 

There as we wander far away. 

There's a lake that is spread. 

Out on its waves the sunbeam plays, 

With flowers and lilies dressed in white. 
Ne.ir its banks the deer and antelope graze. 

its waves are like silvery bands of light. 

There's a lake that is spread 
Out beneath the starry skies. 

Out among its fragrance we row, 
Here its beauties meet the traveler's eyes. 

Now, alas, we must bid thee adieu! 

September, 1905. 



YELLOWSTONE PARK. 



LET us sing of the wondrous beauty 
That is within our pathway found: 
Of its forests, flowers and roses, 

There fenced in with mountains 'round. 

Let us sing of the wondrous beauty 
Of the Park, the great Yellowstone, 

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With its terraces and hot springs, 
Its many falls and geysers known. 

Let us sing of the wondrous beauty — 
On its fountains the sunbeams play, 

And the many snow-capped peaks 
As they their wonders there display. 

Let us sing of the wondrous beauty, 

As if in ancient fairy lands; 
See the lake spread out in beauty, 

Where the sunbeams play on its silvery 
bands. 

Let us sing of the wondrous beauty; 

Of its hidden treasures who can tell? 
Of its jewels, gems and rubies, 

Where Nature hath done all things well. 

September, 1905 



THE BIGHORN RIVER. 



Tr-N ET us sing of the Bighorn River, 
I y While we travel to and fro; 
Bright are its sparkling waters, 
As through Wyoming it doth flow. 

Let us sing of the Bighorn River 
As it flows from the mountains, 

There among the rocks the spray, 

With its lovely springs and fountains. 

Let us sing of the Bighorn River, 

Of its falls in bright array; 
Far above are the snowy peaks — 

We see the beauties on its way. 

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As it wanders through the land, 

To cheer and cherish all Nature 

With many beauties on every hand. 

Let us sing of the Bighorn River, 

As it flows to meet the tide. 
O where are its hidden treasures? 

The flowers and trees are its pride. 

September, 1905. 

SOUTH DAKOTA. 



WE'LL sing of Dakota's fair land, 
Of its many wonders there; 
With its rocks, hills and sand, 
And the fertile valleys fair. 

We'll sing of Dakota's fair land, 

Of its mountains and grassy plains. 

Its rivers with their scenery grand, 
And the many rich farms and claims. 

We'll sing of Dakota's fair land. 
Of the many fine products seen. 

The forests and flowers on every hand; 
Here for ages its beauty hath been. 

We'll sing of Dakota's fair land — 

How can its wonders be told? 
Where many fine groves and buildings stand, 

Where the beauties there unfold. 

We'll sing of Dakota's fair land. 

Of its progress as a state, 
The grassy plains by the breezes fanned; — 

All its wonders are very great. 

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WE'LL sing of Nebraska on our 
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'Tis a great commonwealth there to be, 
And has many charms there to see, 
And the many fine cities round about. 

We'll sing of Nebraska on our line, 
With its fountains and fine springs 
And many other wonderful things; 

Many groves and trees there we find. 

We'll sing of Nebraska on our road, 
Where we see the many rich farms 
And the houses, orchards and barns. 

There by the Indians once was trod. 

We'll sing of Nebraska on our way. 
And of its western sandy plains, 
With the fine herds on the range; 

Where they ship many tons of hay. 

We'll sing of Nebraska on our tour. 
There with Nature's beauties around. 
Where many treasures there abound; 

In the west rocks and sand we pass o'er. 

September, 1906. 



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The geysers and hot springs in the Park, 
By volcanic action they are formed. 
This is our national resort, 
Hemmed in with mountains around. 



CRYSTAL CAVE. 



OF Crystal's beauties now we will sing, 
There hidden beneath the mountains brave. 
We'll see the wonders of Crystal Cave, 
With treasures rare that are unseen. 

Of Crystal's beauties now we will sing, 
And the hidden treasures underground. 

Along its pathways have been found; 
We'll ne'er forget that lovely scene. 

It is covered by old Nature's cloak; 

Its stately rooms and castle halls 
With crystal paintings on the walls, 

Its pathways there are Nature's work. 

Its pathways there are many miles long, 
With picturesque scenery as we go, 

From room to room their beauties show; 
O could we sing the Crystal song! 

Along its pathways there are seen 

In its rooms, they are so bright 
With its jewels of the stalactite type, 

The rippling waters of many a spring. 

August, 1905. 



THE BLACK HILLS. 



THERE are some mountains far away 
There out near the Dakota plains, 
Where the falls and silvery streams play; 
Where in beauty Nature reigns. 

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There are some mountains far away 

Out in our northwestern land, 
For centuries have made their display 

As they in wondrous beauty stand. 

There are some mountains far away; 

There where their rich treasures abound 
Where they stand, they're wonders of the day; 

The minerals are gold and silver found. 

There are some mountains far away, 

They are the great Black Hills; 
They're dressed in mantles of green and gray; 

Among them are the brooks and rills. 

There are some mountains far away 
Where their beauties doth unfold; 

Here for ages they have had their sway. 
And their wonders can never be told. 

September, 1905. 



IOWA. 



A A /'E'LL sing of a great commonwealth 

While we are traveling around. 
Of its meadows and lovely streams, 
Where many rich valleys are found. 

We'll sing of a great commonwealth 

While we are passing by, 
And of its many fine cities there, 

And the trees waving 'neath the sunny sky. 

We'll sing of a great commonwealth, 
Can you count its treasures there? 

And the streams that traverse the land, 
And behold its wonders rare. 

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The Yellowstone Park, Wyoming. 

The white shelving terraces so fine 
Like the beautiful fairy gardens of old, 

With picturesque walls sublime, 
As if built in the City of Gold. 



We'll sing of a great commonwealth, 
It was once by the red man trod; 

But they will soon be forgotten 

Where they camped along the road. 

We'll sing of a great commonwealth, 
O could we all its wonders tell, 

Of its fountains and lovely springs! 
Now we bid thee a kind farewell. 

September, 1905. 



ILLINOIS. 



ILLINOIS, is the Prairie State 
In this great Republic; 
With its beauties very great, 
Here's many an ancient relic. 

Illinois is the Prairie State, 

In this our grand Union, 
Of its resources we'll relate; 

Its story is a true one. 

Illinois is the Prairie State 

With its many railroads grand. 

There many fine cities up-to-date 
Scatt*d"r6d over its fair land. 

Illinois, the Prairie State, 
It is now rich fields of corn. 

Its minerals are coal, iron and slate. 
Many are the wonders we see while 
passing on. 

Illinois is the Prairie State, 

Dotted with its groves so green, 

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To describe its beauties we can't wait; 

With its hills and silvery streams. 

September, 1905. 



THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER. 



THERE is a wonderful river 
Where its peaceful waters flow; 
Let us sing of its beauties there 
On its way to the Gulf of Mexico. 

There is a wonderful river 

Like the streams of a Fairy Land 

As it moves through fields and forest: 
Can you tell of its sceneries grand? 

There is a wonderful river 

On whose waves the sunbeams play; 
And we'll sing of its smiles 

While it is moving there on its way. 

There is a wonderful river 

That reaches to so many lands; 

Its fringes are of living green 

Where it moves over its golden sands. 

There is a wonderful river: 

Now we have its story told, 

Of its springs and silvery streams 

And of its fountains there of old. 

September, 1905. 



OHIO. 

WE'LL sing of the beauties of Ohio 
While we're traveling through the land; 
We see its relics and ancient mounds, 
And its wonders on every hand. 

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Here you'll find the lovely waterfalls, 

The Lake Erie, and the Dayton Soldiers' Home,. 
And other cities with their palace halls. 

We'll sing of the beauties of Ohio, 
With its fountains and lovely springs. 

Here the many fine groves are seen. 
Its smiling rivers and silvery streams. 

We'll sing of the beauties of Ohio, 
A star on our banner there you'll see; 

Here the valleys and prairie farms, 
And many wonders too there be. 

We'll sing of the beauties of Ohio, 

Of its treasures along the way; 
Its meadows and orchards so fine. 

Where the beauties of Nature doth display^ 

September, 1905. 



DAYTON SOLDIERS' HOME. 



WE'LL sing of the wonders, 
There as we roam, 
Of the magnificent beauty 
Of the Dayton Home. 

We'll sing of the wonders, 

And our boys so true, 
Who fought for their country, 

Saved the red, white and blue. 

W^e'U sing of the wonders. 
Where the roses are seen, 

And the lovely trees. 
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There as we go. 
And we'll honor the boys, 

While we're traveling through. 

We'll sing of the wonders, 
And of the beauties we see 

With their lovely fountains, 
And forests there be. 



PENNSYLVANIA. 



PENNSYLVANIA is the keystone 
state, 
A bright star there is seen, 
Of its beauties we'll relate. 

Its meadows and fields of grain. 

Pennsylvania is the keystone state. 
Where its many treasures are found. 

Its majestic cities are up to date, 
With their telephone lines around. 

Pennsylvania is the keystone state, 
With its fine lakes and streams 

That flows from the mountain gates 
Through the rich valleys green. 

Pennsylvania is the keystone state, 

The center of the arch. 
With its wondrous beauties very great. 

We find there on our march. 

Pennsylvania is the keystone state, 
How can all its beauties be told? 

Its progress is of a rapid rate. 
Here its wonders doth unfold. 

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THE ALLEGHANY MOUNTAINS. 



WE'LL sing of the Alleghany Range, 
So majestic and proudly theyjstand, 
While the ages on doth roll 

As if viewing the scenery grand. 

We'll sing of the Alleghany Range 
With its beautiful scepter to sway, 

Many are the lovely waterfalls 

And the fertile valleys along our way. 

We'll sing of the Alleghany Range 
Where its balmy breezes blow, 

Among the rocks and valleys so fine 
Its springs and sparkling waters flow. 

We'll sing of the Alleghany Range: 

That welcomes the first rays of the sun. 

Then all Nature sweetly sings 

At the coming of the morning dawn. 

We'll sing of the Alleghany Range: 
Many treasures lie hidden there; 

'Tis the source of many a stream 
With its canyons and caves so fair. 



NEW YORK. 



WE'LL sing of a land of the brave, 
Many are the treasures there, 
And the beauties of the trees and flowers, 
With its towns and cities fair. 

We'll sing of a land of the brave, 

Decked with mountains and the many hills, 

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Niagara, New York, in Winter, 

We visit Niagara there as we go, 
Wliere the waters pour over the chasm; 

In winter the mist on the trees like snow, 
The crystals sparkle like diamonds on its bosom. 



With many fruits there in that land, 
With its springs, brooks and rills. 

Weil sing of a land of the brave, 
Who could all of its beauties tell? 

Of its highways and its vineyards, 
The lovely lakes we remember well. 

Weil sing of a land of the brave, 
No wonder the story is told, 

With its valleys, canyons and caves, 
Where their beauties doth unfold. 



ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS. 



MERE'S the great Adirondack, 
Of its wonders now weil sing. 
Their wondrous beauties now we see. 
While the music of Nature doth ring. 

Here's the great Adirondack 

With its fountains and lovely springs; 
Many are its great waterfalls. 

Here so bright are its silvery streams. 

Here's the great Adirondack, 

With its canyons and caves, too. 
And with its high granite walls, 

The wooded valleys weil pass through. 
Here's the great Adirondack, 

There for centuries they have stood; 
In them are the beauties of Nature found, 

With the wonders there among the wood. 
Here's the great Adirondack, 

We see their beauties far away; 
But now we must leave them all behind, 

As we can here no longer stay. 

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The Goddess of Liberty, New York. 

The Goddess of Liberty, the Nation's pride. 
Her brilliant light one may see. 

Her beauty is known far and wide 
Inviting all to the land of the free. 



THE NIAGARA FALLS. 



WE'LL sing of the Niagara as we go, 
Where its wondrous beauties there 
doth show, 
There where the sparkling waters roll 
While moving onward to their goal. 

We'll sing of Niagara as we go, 
Encircled with mists and rainbow; 
O'er the chasm it makes its leap 
Of one hundred and sixty feet. 

We'll sing of Niagara as we go, — 
Along its banks the timbers grow; 
There in royal beauty array, 
On its waves the sunbeams play. 

We'll sing of Niagara as we go, — 
Beneath the falls our boat we row; 
The waters are pouring from its throne. 
Among the rocks like jewels shone. 

We'll sing of Niagara as we go, — 
See the rapids and whirlpool far below, 
From whence it doth its treasures bring. 
Of power and might it doth sing. 



THE FALLS OF' GENESEE. 



WE'LL sing of the Falls of Genesee 
Where it doth in beauty play; 
There in awe and wonder are the scenes 
Far below, where its jewels display. 

We'll sing you of the Falls of Genesee, 
As if touched by the Fairy's wand, 

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The Brooklyn Bridge is a wonder, 
Witli flve-incli steel cables one mile long. 

So high that the tall mast ships pass under. 
So wide it has Ave roadways on. 



There, while the ages rolled away, 

A lovely stream flowing through the land. 

We'll sing you of the Falls of Genesee: 
In winter its sparkling crystals seen, 

And in summer the flowers and trees 
Along its banks are the fringes of green. 

We'll sing you of the Falls of Genesee: 
In the old story by Nature told. 

We'll forget its wonders never, 

While the scepter of beauty it doth hold. 

We'll sing you of the Falls of Genesee: 
See the birds and butterflies on the wing! 

In the fragrance of the balmy air, 

How long in beauty there dost thou sing? 



MASSACHUSETTS. 



WE'LL sing you of Massachusetts, 
While we're taking our rounds: 
Many lovely scenes here are found, 
Fine fruits and products there abound. 

We'll sing you of Massachusetts, 

The first star in the blue; 

Many are the brave hearts there kind and 

true, 
Fine cities we see while traveling through. 

We'll sing you of Massachusetts, 

While we tell our fondest dreams. 

Of the lovely falls and silvery streams, 

The flowing fountains and bubbling springs. 

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Granite Quarries in the East. 

Many are the granite and marble quarries too 

In our country laere we find 
Among the liills and mountains as we go, 

Also rich minerals along on our line. 



We'll sing you of Massachusetts, 
On its shores plays the rolling sea; 
Many fine resorts here there be, 
In this great Union they hold the key. 

We'll sing you of Massachusetts, 

Of the grand old Bunker Hill; 

There are the lakes and rippling rills, — 

Its wondrous beauty our hearts doth thrill. 



BUNKER HILL MONUMENT. 



COME again and we'll sing 
Of the wonders, if you will, 
Of the memories we cherish, 
As we see old Bunker Hill. 

Come again and we'll sing 
Of thy beauties as we linger 

By the monument of the brave, — 
Thy dark days we'll long remember. 

Come again and we'll sing 
Of the beauties on our way, 

Of the streams and sparkling fountains, 
The lovely valleys there display. 

Come again and we'll sing, 

Here in peace our banner waves, 

There once reigned the arch enemy. 
Here sleep they who their country 
saved. 

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RHODE ISLAND. 



WE'LL sing of Rhode Island, 
Little Rhody is its name, you see; 
Many are the beauties that there be, 
With its fruits and flowers so fine, 
And its groves along our line. 

We'll sing of Rhode Island, 
With its cities and harbors fair. 
Some lovely springs and fountains there, 
There many fine grapes within reach, 
And the ocean waves play on the beach. 

We'll sing of Rhode Island, 

It is the smallest State 

In this Union that is so great; 

Through the valleys and meadows a fine scene, 

And the rich fields of golden grain. 

We'll sing of Rhode Island, 

Of its schools and colleges too. 

And of its lovely rivers flowing through; 

And some wonders, too, there we find. 

But alas, we must leave them ail behind. 



CONNECTICUT. 



OF a loyal State now we'll sing about, 
Here are the beauties we've found out. 
With its falls and mountain springs, 
With its caves and many curious things. 

Of a loyal State now we'll sing to you. 
We see the old landmarks as we're traveling 
through; 

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There are some wonders and fine scenery found- 
The State borders on Long Island Sound. 

Of a loyal State now we'll sing; 
Many fine resorts, where Nature's music rings; 
Here many fine towns and cities there be, 
The white sandy beach is washed by the sea. 

Of a loyal State we'll sing as we pass, 
Of its lovely forests, fine trees and grass; 
Now we must leave this healthy clime. 
And go sailing out over the brine. 



MAINE. 

WE'LL sing of Maine, the Pine Tree State,. 
And a visit there too we'll make, 
It has wondrous beauties and no mistake, 
We see as we go, as we go. 

We'll sing of Maine, the Pine Tree land, 
Of its fine harbors and rivers grand. 
Of the waterfalls and forests on every hand, 
We see as we go, as we go. 

We'll sing of Maine, the State of White Pine,. 
Fine springs and lakes there we find, 
Many hills and mountains along our line. 
We see as we go, as we go. 

We'll sing of Maine, of the evergreen. 
Where many birds and animals there are seen^ 
With rich valleys and fields of grain. 
We see as we go, as we go. 

We'll sing of Maine, washed by the brine. 
Where the sunbeams on the waves doth shine,. 

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Now we leave this healthy clime, 
We see as we go, as we go. 



NEW HAMPSHIRE. 



OF a state in the East we'll sing, 
Where the sun lights up our sky, 
Where the snow-capped peaks are seen, 
With their walls and pillars high. 

Of a state in the East we'll sing. 
Of the beauties of its waterfalls, 

And its valleys there dressed in green, 
Near by are the mountain walls. 

Of a state in the East we'll sing, 

And Nature's beauties are scattered there. 
Here the woods with music ring, 

With the bees and birds in the air. 

Of a state in the East we'll sing. 
Its luster on our banner is shown; 

There in prosperity she reigns, 

'Tis our revolutionary fathers' home. 

Of a state in the East we'll sing, 

See its canyons and caves on our way; 

Now its story to you we'll bring, 

But alas we must bid thee good day. 



VERMONT. 



VERMONT, the Green Mountain State, 
Now of thee we'll sing, 
Many are its treasures fair, 

Their beauties here we'll bring. 



Vermont, the Green Mountain State, 
Here its wonders doth unfold, 

With valleys fair and mountains grand 
Long the stories have been told. 

Vermont, the Green Mountain State, 
She sits there like a queen, 

There with her snow-capped peaks 
And with a cloak of green. 

Vermont, the Green Mountain State, 
Dressed like the fairy land, 

Where the bright sun at early morn 
Plays on its golden strand. 

Vermont, the Green Mountain State, 

With its birds and flowers. 
With rich products and fine fruits. 

Within this land of ours. 



LAKE CHAMPLAIN 



THERE'S a lake whose silvery waves 
There in the morning light are 
shown, 
As they roll on the sandy beach; 

We'll sing as we're rocked in the foam 

There's a lake whose silvery waves, 

There in majesty they roll, 
Bordered by fringes of green, 

Where the streams reach their goal. 

There's a lake whose silvery waves — 
O where can its treasures be? 

In the trees and flowers there seen 
Near its waters far above the sea. 

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There's a lake whose silvery waves 
Play at Nature's great command, 
That sparkle in the glad sun's rays, 
\\ hile they roll o'er beds of sand. 

Tliere's a lake whose silvery waves 
Are quieted in the winter's blast, 

O'erspread by a coat of mail 

Till the gentle spring comes at last. 



WEST VIRGINIA. 



"pCTOW some notes on West Virginia: 
i. J, As through the country we are 

bound, 
We see the mountains on our way; 
Here are many wonders found. 

We'll sing of West Virginia, 

Where floats the red, white and blue 

Over old Harper's Ferry; 

Here are the homes of the brave and true. 

We'll sing of West Virginia, 

Of its many mountain resorts. 
Of its springs and fine streams 

And its high and rocky forts. 

We'll sing of West Virginia 

With its fine cities as we go, 
And the scenes along the way; 

In the rich valleys are fine timbers too. 

We'll sing of West Virginia — 

'Tis a great commonwealth. 
O where are the beautiful treasures? 

They are its blooming health! 

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We'll sing of the beauties that are far away, 
Along the white sandy beach the proud waves play; 
A fine resort where the young and old do bathe, 
'And our ships sail far out o'er the ocean wave. 



SHENANDOAH VALLEY. 



WE'LL sing of the beauties on our way, 
As we travel through the Shenandoah: 
There are the majestic scenes 
Among the hills dressed in evergreen. 

We'll sing of the beauties on our way, 
Where the fountains in the sunbeams play; 
There's the bee and butterfly on the wing — 
Here in beauty all Nature doth sing. 

We'll sing of the beauties on our way. 
Where the mountains and hills make their 

display. 
This valley once wore a dark shroud, 
There beneath a sulphureous cloud. 

We'll sing of the beauties on our way. 
Where Nature its beautiful scepter doth sway; 
There are the rich fields and woodlands fair, 
The golden grain and fruits so rare. 

We'll sing of the beauties on our way: 
The lovely forests and the mountains gray. 
There are the treasures of N-ature's kind hands; 
In sorrow we leave these fairy lands. 



NEW JERSEY. 



THE State of New Jersey, a star in the 
blue. 
Of its many beauties we'll smg to you; 
Its beautiful cities and rivers we find, 
With its fruits and flowers along our line. 

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Ocean. 

Here in beauty thy proud waves roll 

Among the Island chains from pole to pole; 

Of thy many treasures thou dost boast. 

Where the waves are stayed on the rock-bound coast. 



Its shores are washed by the ocean waves, 
In the Revolution many were its braves; 
Here are the fine gardens and orchards too, 
We see the rich products as we travel through. 

There you'll find many fine scenes, 

The bubbling fountains and silvery streams, 

With many resorts here up to date, 

We'll ne'er forget the wonders of the State. 

There are the many treasures rare, 
The birds and bees and the flowers there; 
When you visit there, remember the story told. 
Where the book of Nature doth unfold. 



DELAWARE. 



OF Delaware, the diamond, now we'll 
write: 
Here its wondrous beauties, what a sight! 
A small State along our way, 
Yet in our government it has its say. 

Many fine sceneries also there be 
Where the State borders on the sea; 
Some fine resorts within reach. 
Where the ocean waves play on the beach. 

Some fine timbers out through here. 
Up and down along the Delaware, 
With its fine springs bubbling there 
Among the flowers of beauty rare. 

Here fine cities dot its plains 
Where peace, harmony in triumph reigns; 
It doth here its greatness show, 
But now, alas, we bid thee adieu. 

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MARYLAND. 



'pCTOW we'll sing of fair Maryland, 

1 J. A story of its beauties we'll tell as 

we go; 
That is an old historic land, 

Where the Potomac there doth flow. 

Now we'll sing of fair Maryland, 

A land noted for its fame 
In the great Revolutionary cause, 

Where it spread abroad its name. 

Now we'll sing of fair Maryland, 
Where its beauties doth unfold, 

With its cities and valleys fair 

And its wonderful stories long foretold. 

Now we'll sing of fair Maryland, 

Washed by the ocean waves while at play, 
Where the lovely islands there are seen 

In the waters of the Chesapeake Bay. 

Now we'll sing of fair Maryland, 
Where are the fine resorts we see. 

With its fruits and products there, 

We'll ne'er forget the beauties there be. 



WASHINGTON CITY. 



THERE'S a city whose beauty 
Far excels your fondest dreams, 
Where its wonders there doth display, 
Its palaces there are wonderful scenes. 

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There's a city whose beauty 

We've read in the story told, 
In lands that are far away, 

Its gardens of beauty there unfold. 

There's a city whose beauty, 

Of which our nation is proud, 
Where once the dark clouds hid the sight, 

While the guns were mouthing loud. 

There's a city whose beauty 

There shall never pass away; 
In. the midst of its trees and flowers, 

May peace and freedom have their sway. 

There's a city whose beauty, 
With its streets in costly array; 

Above its palaces floats our banner so true. 
Where liberty's sun is the beauty of 
the day. 



CHESAPEAKE BAY. 



WE'LL sing of the beauties 
That are far away, 
As we float around 

O'er the Chesapeake Bay. 

We'll sing of the beauties 

There as we go — 
By moonlight we sail 

O'er its waters so blue. 

We'll sing of the wonders, 
Among the waves so true. 

As our boat cuts the foam 
And the waters so blue. 

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Natural Bridge, Virginia. 

Again we'll sing of the wonders, 
As the Natural Bridge we see. 

Have you read the story of its beauty? 
How old this bridge must be! 



We'll sing of the beauties 
Where the water birds stay, 

On the orest of the waves 
Where the sunbeams play. 

We'll sing of the beauties — 
For the ocean we're bound; 

We will gather the treasures 
That are scattered around. ■ 



VIRGINIA. 



THERE'S a state that we call Virginia 
Along the east Atlantic shore, 
A state long noted for its fame 

And will be remembered evermore. 

There's a state that we call Virginia, 
So many wonders too there be: 

The Natural Bridge and caves around, 
The woodlands and valleys we see. 

There's a state that we call Virginia: 

Along its coast are the swamps, they say; 

Where the hills are dressed in green, 
And many other beauties on our way. 

There's a state that we call Virginia: 
Along its shores the islands lay, 

And also some ancient cities — 

To them our respects we must pay. 

There's a state that we call Virginia, 
Here its fountains and medical springs; 

Many are its lovely rivers 

And the silvery mountain streams. 

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Caverns in Virginia. 

AVe'll sing of the many wonders that there be, 
As we travel o'er land and sea; 
Among the hills the caverns and caves are found, 
Many wonders in Nature doth abound. 



THE NATURAL BRIDGE. 



AGAIN we'll sing of the wonders, 
As the great Natural Bridge we see. 
Have you read the story of its beauties? 

How old this bridge must be! 
Again we'll sing of the wonders, 

Far below we view the scenes; 
There are the hills and rocks there too 

And the foam of a silvery stream. 
Again we'll sing of the wonders, 

As we view Nature's walls there laid, 
The trees and flowers there surrounding. 

Like ancient castle by the fairies made. 
Again we'll sing of the wonders: 

Here's the treasures Nature hath brought, 
The birds, butterflies and the bees. 

We loathe to leave this spot. 
Again we'll sing of the wonders 

That stand while the ages roll away 
Through the sunshine, tempest and storm, 

But, alas, we must bid them good-day. 



NORTH CAROLINA. 



WE'LL sing of North Carolina, 
While we're traveling through. 
Now in this, our great Union, 

One star in our Red, White and Blue. 

We'll sing of North Carolina, 

Where the tobacco and cotton grows; 
Of its hills and mountains high, 

Where its crystal water flows. 

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We'll sing of North Carolina 

And of the many sights there be; 

Of the lovely island chains 
Where it borders on the sea. 

We'll sing of North Carolina, 
Its fountains and lovely springs; 

Of valleys and woodlands fair, 

Where its flowers their fragrance brings. 

We'll sing of North Carolina 

And the strains we'll prolong, 
Spread out before us in beauty 

We'll join in Nature's song. 

October, 1905. 

SOUTH CAROLINA. 



THERE'S a state down south we'll tell about 
Where its wondrous beauties there doth 
show. 
With the cypress swamps along our route, 
Where the rice and cotton there doth grow. 

There's a state down south we'll tell about. 

We see the beauties of the hills. 
Many pine forests as we look about; 

Here's the saw and shingle mills. 

There's a state down south we remember well, 
Its shores are washed by the ocean tide. 

About its falls and streams we'll tell, 
As among the hills there we ride. 

There's a state down south we remember well, 
Where many of our ocean steamers land. 

Along where the tide falls and swells 
We see the rich valleys on every hand. 

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There's a state down south where once we did roam, 

Where they hoe the tobacco and the cane; 
And the huts along our line are the colored people's 
home. 
We saw the many scenes from the train. 

September, 1905. 



FORT SUMPTER. 



HAIL the stars and stripes! 
At early morning peacefully again, 
Over Fort Sumpter now she waves. 
May peace and prosperity ever reign! 

Hail the stars and stripes! 

Stop again to read their fame 
As above our forts she floats, 

There by the enemy it once was stained. 
Hail the stars and stripes! 

Of Fort Sumpter there so proud. 
By the enemies our banner was torn 

While the cannons were mouthing loud. 
Hail the stars and stripes! 

Ye nations all, let peace and freedom reign! 
No more shall the Fort be bathed in blood 

While its banner floats above the brine. 
Hail the stars and stripes! 

Above our strong fortress we see. 
But stronger are the hearts of its braves, 

There to defend our land of the free. 
Hail the stars and stripes! 

So proud there the gem of the seas. 
Long has it floated above the iron storm. 

May the enemies of our banner cease to be. 

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GEORGIA. 

THERE'S a state in our southern clime, 
Its beauties we remember well; 
With its roses, trees and vines, 
How can we all its wonders tell? 

There's a state in our southern clime, 

All its wealth cannot be told; 
With its many forests of spruce and pine, 

Many are the beauties that doth unfold. 

There's a state in our southern clime. 
Where many are the treasures found. 

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Here many wonderful springs we find, 
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With its rich cotton fields and grain. 

And its wondrous beauties are sublime, 
As we viewed them from the train. 

September, 1905. 



FLORIDA. 



VE'LL sing you of Florida, 
In our southern clime far away, 
Where many wonders there be. 
And its beauties there we'll see, 
Far, far away. 

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There's the palm and palmetto, 
Where the orange and lemon grow, 
The banana and pineapple to sell, 
•Other tropical fruits do well. 
Far, far away. 

Here grows the cocoaniit tree; 
The singing birds and humming bee. 
Here you'll find the Everglades 
Where the Indians made tluir raids. 
Far, far away. 

Here's the city of St. Augustine, 
The oldest town in the country, we mean. 
There's the alligators and the snakes 
•Out among the canebrakes. 
Far, far away. 

There's the Spanish moss, )ou know. 
And the lovely mistletoe 
Where our southern rivers flow, 
As through our sunny land they go. 
Far, far away. 

September, 1905. 



PORTO RICO ISLAND. 

WE'LL sing again as we go, 
As out among the waves we roam; 
"We see the isle of Porto Rico. 

Where our boat there cuts the foam. 

We are nearing the isle so green, 

Where the orange and palm trees grow; 
Many are the beauties that are seen 

In a clime beyond the reach of frost and 
snow. 

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In a lovely clime with perpetual spring; 

Many treasures around the isle so fair, 
Where its fragrance the breezes bring. 

Where the hills are like the fairylands, 
The sunbeams play on the waves so blue 

While we stay on those golden strands 
Spread fair around this isle, so true. 

Now we leave this lovely sight 

Where Nature's beauties doth unfold; 

Again o'er the waves we take our flight 
And leave this lovely isle so old. 



GULF OF MEXICO. 



MERE is another wonder 
That we'll read about. 
And some of its beauties 
There we have found out. 

Where its lovely waves 

In majesty they roll, 
Where many a laughing river 

There reaches its goal. 

Where the ocean steamers 
Among the waves play, 

There laden with products 
To distant ports away. 

The gulf is bounded 

With tropical forests great, 
The lovely island chains 

There around by many a state. 

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It is spread out in beauty 
In the rays of the sun, 

Fine shells on the beach 

Where its waves are thrown. 



ALABAMA. 



There's a state in the South 
That we call Alabam', 
Where they raise the cotton and the 
cane; 
With rich valleys and the pine tree land. 
Many beautiful rivers there are named. 

There's a state in the South. 

Of its wonders there you shall know, 

With its many beautiful springs 
And its fountains there as we go, 

The falls and silvery streams. 

There's a state in the South 
W^here rich minerals are found 

And fine fruits there doth grow; 
Many fine birds and animals abound — 

The cypress and palmetto as we go. 

There's a state in the South, 
On the Gulf of Mexico, 

Where ocean steamers there are seen; 
Where the many streams there flow; 
The trees with Spanish moss so green. 

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Scenes in the West Indies. 

Here the hills are dressed in green 
And the valleys with their lovely scenes. 
Where the tropical fruits are in reach 
And the many shells along on the beach. 



LOUISIANA. 



THERE'S a state of which we'll sing, 
And its charms to you we'll bring; 
With its lakes and rivers seen, 
And forests fringed with mosses green. 

This is called the Creole state, 

With its commerce very great, 

'Tis washed by the waves of Mexico, 

Where the cotton and cane there doth grow. 

Many large vessels sail to and fro 
And great rivers there doth flow. 
Through here the pine forests and sawmills, 
With the large turpentine distills. 

Many tropical fruits are within reach. 
And fine shells along on the beach. 
Here is where the colored folks stay 
In the many log huts along our way. 

The balmy breezes of a southern clime-— 
Many are the beauties here we find; 
Here the game birds and the fish, 
Its early fruits make a fine dish. 

September, 1905. 



STATE OF MISSISSIPPI. 



WE'LL sing of the South, the fields of cotton. 
Where the pine grows along the bottom, 
Away down South. 
The liveoak and other timbers, 
Andjthe colored people in large numbers, 
Away, away, away down South. 

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We'll sing of the South, the fields of cane. 
And of the log huts along the lane, 

Away down South. 
Down where they the sugar make, 
Near the cypress swamps and canebrake, 

Away, away, away down South. 



We'll sing of the South, along the Mississippi river. 
Where the early fruits grow, and the gardens clever. 

Away down South. 
Here the many products the people raise 
Are tobacco, wheat, rice and maize. 

Away, away, away down South. 

We'll sing of the South, the turpentine distills, 
There the large saw and shingle mills. 

Away down South. 
There's some wild game by looking around, 
Birds and fish there abound. 

Away, away, away down South. 

September, 1905. 



TENNESSEE. 



WE'LL sing of a land in our sunny clime, 
Of its beauties the story is told. 
Of its bright streams and mountains gray, 
And the many wonders that doth unfold. 

We'll sing of a land in our sunny clime, 

Its inhabitants there grow old 
With its pure and balmy air 

While the scepter of beauty it doth hold. 

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Weil sing of a land in our sunny clime, 
Of its springs and fountains there. 

Of its rich valleys there we'll sing, 
With its fields and flowers so fair. 

Weil sing of a land in our sunny clime, 

Where many products and fruits doth grow; 

Fine marble and minerals there are found, 
And the lovely mountain rivers flow. 

Weil sing of a land in our sunny clime — 
How can we all its beauties enroll, 

And the many rich treasures there we find? 
There in majesty stand its mountains bold. 

September, 1905. 



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Lookout Mountain, Tennessee. 

Lookout Mountain once wrapped in a shroud» 
On her summit a bright, sunny day. 

Where the battle was fought above the cloud 
In the carnage of the Blue and Gray. 



LOOKOUT MOUiNTAlN. 



THERE is where Lookout Mountain is 
seen, 
Among the hills and valleys fair, 
Dressed in beauty like a queen, 
Among the scenes of Nature rare. 

There is where Lookout Mountain is seen: 
Stop and read its history now; 

Although so beautiful and serene, 
The brave sleep beneath its brow. 

There is where Lookout Mountain is seen, 

While the ages roll away; 
Far beneath are the fields of grain, 

On its crown its sunbeams play. 

There is where Lookout Mountain is seen, 
With its^head above the clouds; 

Fire and smoke was once a screen, 

While the cannons were rumbling loud. 

There is where Lookout Mountain is seen, 
In the midst of this peaceful land. 

Where they shall learn of wars no more. 
The bloody strife is at its end. 



KENTUCKY. 



WE'LL sing of the old Kentucky shore; 
We've traveled for many miles away, 
And its many beauties there we adore. 
Among the hills and the mountains gray. 

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Lookout Mountain Battlefield, Tennessee. 

In sorrow we view the battlefield 

Where our fathers and brothers were laid low; 
Right had to win and wrong had to yield, 

Friend met with friend and foe with foe. 



We'll sing of the old Kentucky shore, 
Where in beauty Nature's treasures be; 

As down the mountains the streams pour, 
Hear the singing birds and humming bees. 

We'll sing of the old Kentucky shore, 

Of its forests and fields that are fine, 
Its sparkling streams murmur ever more, 

And of its treasures there in the mine. 
We'll sing of the old Kentucky shore, 

Of its wonderful caves along the line, 
And many of their wonders we'll explore. 

Among the mountains and the evergreen 
pine. 
We'll sing of the old Kentucky shore — 

Many are its products, we're told; 
With fine marble and the ores, 

Where its wondrous beauties doth unfold. 

September, 1905. 



THE MAMMOTH CAVE. 



WE'LL sing of a wonderful cave 
On the old Kentucky shore. 
While the hours we there while away 
And its pathways there we'll explore. 

We'll sing of a wonderful cave, 

Of its beauties there we'll tell: 
The crystal rooms and palace halls, 

The home where the fairies they did dwell. 

We'll sing of a wonderful cave. 

With its rooms like a silvery sheen. 

With crystallized rocks and the stalactite, 
And its glittering pictures are like a dream. 

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We'll sing of a wonderful cave, 

With streams there in its rooms we find, 
Along its archways as we go, 

In its rippling waters the fish are blind. 

We'll sing of a wonderful cave 

There touched by the fairies' wand; 

Its sparkling treasures now we bring — 

Its beauties are like dreams of the fairyland. 



CUMBERLAND RIVER. 



THERE is a lovely river 
Down in our southern clime; 
Its beauties we'll remember ever, 
There with its scenery fine. 

There is a lovely river 

That rises far, far away; 
Flowing down the mountain so clever, 

Among the rocks we see its spray. 

There is a lovely river 

Among the flowers and fields of grain 
Where its beauties fadeth never, 

There like pictures in silvery sheen. 

There is a lovely river, 

Its paths by Nature found, 
Our dreams of thee shall not sever, 

There the forests and hills abound. 

There is a lovely river. 

Its beauties are like a silver band, 
While it is flowing there forever 

Down through a beautiful land. 

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MISSOURI. 



THEN come along, make no delay, 
And we^U see the wonders of Old 
Missouri; 
Come from every state and from every way, 
I'll explain the beauties of Old Missouri. 
Then come along and you shall hear 
Of the orchards and forests there. 
Then come along and you'll find out 
Of the birds and animals we'll tell about. 
Then come along, make an early date, 
And see the mountains and caves in that 

state. 
Then come along and you shall know 
That down in Missouri fine crops grow. 

Then come along and view these scenes. 
The fountains and springs and silvery 

streams. 
Then come along and buy you a farm. 
The minerals here are lead, coal and iron. 

Then come along and hear me still. 
Here are the forests, the saw and shingle 

mill. 
Then come along to this state of old 
And see where Nature's book doth unfold. 

September, 1905. 



ARKANSAS. 



MA, HA, HA, don't you see 
We soon will in Arkansas be! 
Here they have lots of fun 
In catching the fish and using the gun. 

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The Cotton Fields. 

Here are the white cotton fields far, far away, 
There the sugar plantations too we see, 

In our southern clime where the colored folks stay 
The fields of tobacco manj' there be. 



Away down here in the cotton field 
The crops are good, a big yield. 
Here is where the fruits are found, 
Peaches and apples, juicy and round. 

Here is where the pine forests grow, 
And many a stream there doth flow, 
With many a thriving town so great 
Are found in the Arkansas state. 

Here are the corn and oats and wheat, 
The 'possum and coon there they eat. 
Cherries and berries to suit every taste, 
Grapes and persimmons going to waste. 

Here are the saw and shingle mills, 
On farther west the mountains and hills; 
Some rich minerals are found there, 
There's the deer, the wolf and bear. 

September, 1905. 



THE ARKANSAS RIVER. 



A A /'E'LL sing of the Arkansas 

That flows from the mountains far 
away, 
Through many a lovely valley 

Where the falls and sparkling waters 
play. 

We'll sing of the Arkansas, 

Where its banks are the granite hills, 
With its springs and many streams 

That come from the mountains and hills. 

We'll sing of the Arkansas, 
This greit riv er of note; 

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Branding on the Plains. 

Away out over the Texas plains. 
Is the buffalo grass and sand 

And the fine large herds on the range. 
Here Is where they also brand. 




A Bull Fight on the Plains. 

Out over these plains, what a sight! 

Among the herds there as we pass, 
Oft you'll see a fierce bull fight 

And the cowboys resting on the grass: 



Its wondrous beauties are seen 
As over its waters we float. 

We'll sing of the Arkansas 

Flowing through the cotton fields so gay;: 
Many are the treasures there be 

As it moves along its shiny way. 

We'll sing of the Arkansas 

With its sceneries so fine; 
Of its beauties we'll ne'er forget, 

Through its great forests of pine. 

September, 1905„ 



TEXAS STATE. 



THERE'S a state that is larger than this. 
Far away in our southern clime; 
There its wonders you should not miss, 
With its treasures and beauties sublime. 

There's a state that is larger than this, 
Where the palm and magnolia grow;; 

With its fruit and fine forest trees, 
The rich valleys their beauties show. 

There's a state that is larger, we find, 
Where play the waves of Mexico, 

With many tropical fruits on our line; 
O'er its plains the sands drift like snow^ 

There's a state that is larger than these, 
Where many large herds are found, 

And Nature's wonders the eye to please,. 
Where the rich minerals there abound. 

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Cliff Lwellers, Arizona. 

Let us tell the wondrous story 
Of the Cliff Dwellers of old. 

Far away among the mountains, 
There built in the land of gold. 



There's a state that is larger than all; 

Many birds and wild animals we see, 
And the sparkling waterfalls; 

The many fine cities there be. 

September, 1905. 



ARIZONA. 



THERE is a sunny land, far, far, away, 
Where the orange and palms we see, 
There's the redwood in beauty array; 
The singing bird and humming bee. 
There on its flowers. 

There is a sunny land far, far away, 
Where many rich valleys abound, 

With their silvery streams at play, 
And the many treasures are found 
There in that land. 

There is a sunny land, can, can it be? 

There with its canyon grand. 
And many a petrified tree. 

Many are the wonders in that land, 
Far, far from the sea. 

We see in that sunny land, as, as we go. 

There the many precious stones 
And the mountains covered with snow 
Where so many beauties are known. 
With its fruits and flowers. 

September, 1905 



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THE CLIFF DWELLERS. 



LET us tell the wondrous story 
Of the Cliff Dwellers of old. 
Far away among the mountains, 
They're built in the land of gold. 

Let us tell the wondrous story, 

Among the shelving rocks are seen, 

The ancient towns and forsaken homes 
Where the Cliff Dwellers have been. 

Let us tell the wondrous story 
As we scale the mountain peaks 

Along the paths of an ancient people 
Where in groups they used to meet. 

Let us tell the wondrous story 

Of the people that are gone; 
Along the cliffs and caves in the mountains^ 

Many are their pathways shown. 

Let us tell the wondrous story 
As we climb from room to room. 

O could we write all the wonders 
As we leave their mountain home! 

September, 1905, 



THE GRAND CANYON. 



^^ ING of the wonders as we go, 
\^ As the Grand Canyon now we see. 
How came its wondrous beauty so? 
'Tis the work of Nature's hand. 

We'll write of it now in song. 
And its wonders to others tell, 

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Of its towers and castles strong; 

Along its sides are the mountains gray. 

Its walls extend for many a mile, 

And their height is thousands of feet; 

At the storm and tempest how they smile. 
Along its banks are the high plateaus. 

With a beautiful river at their feet, 

And its banks are living green; 
Its rolling waters fast retreat, 

As along Nature's path they go. 

Here many precious stones abound: 

The sapphire, topaz and agate; 
In its walls the minerals are found: 

The gold and silver, and platinum too. 

See the petrified forests as we go, 
What wonders in Nature we find! 

In centuries past these did grow. 
With their verdure of beauty seen. 

August, 1905. 



PETRIFIED FORESTS. 



LET us sing of the wonders found 
In our great southwestern lands; 
In the fields, valleys, and the plains 
That were touched by Nature's wand. 

Let us sing of the wonders found. 

Of the stone forest near the Rocksteep^ 

Was once dressed in living green. 
But now in its winding sheet. 

Let us sing of the wonders found, 
Of a forest once so green and good, 

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Adobe Houses in the Southwest. 

We see the adobe there as we go. 
In Kansas, Oklahoma and New Mexico; 
This is the way they live on the plain. 
Till their lands are changed to rich fields of 
grain. 



Where the birds used to sing so gay, 
While centuries ago it stood. 

Let us sing of the wonders found. 

O why didst thou Nature's God offend, 
That thou wast turned to stone 

When touched by His angry hand? 

September, 1905. 



NEW MEXICO. 



THROUGH New Mexico we move 
To see how the state doth improve; 
It has some sceneries fine 
Out there along our line. 

Through New Mexico we go; 
The high peaks are covered with snow; 
Where gold and silver are found; 
Pine and Cottonwood abound. 

Through New Mexico we pass 
Over the plains of buffalo grass; 
There are some precious stones, 
And the lovely falls there known. 

Through New Mexico we travel, 
There's plenty of stone and gravel; 
Some rich valleys are there 
And many fruit trees that are rare. 

Through New Mexico we move on 
And see the rich mines along. 
Here cattle and sheep they raise 
And the many herds that pays. 

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THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. 



THE Cordilleras we are climbing — 
This is the great watershed, 
And the source of many a river 

Where the mountains rear their head. 

Sing of the beauties of the Rockies — 
Who can describe Nature's walls, 

Its mineral springs and crystal fountains 
And the many lovely waterfalls? 

Their foundations are silver and gold, 
There many other minerals are found; 

There the emerald and agate 

And many precious stones abound. 

There's the caves with crystal walls, 
And the caverns there so deep; 

There's the canyons with great walls, 
With the silvery streams at their feet. 

The hills are lined with evergreen 
Far above the valleys below; 

And the glistening mountains seen 
Are covered with the frost and snow. 



KANSAS. 



THROUGH a beautiful land we 
wander, — 
O could we all its beauties tell: 
The treasures hid in the valleys. 
Its fertile fields and flowery hills. 

Through a beautiful land we wander, 
Where fine cities dot its plains; 

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Many are the beauties of Nature. 
See its oil fields and coal veins. 

Through a beautiful land we wander, 
We see the rich fields of grain. 

'Twas once a great wilderness, 
But now it shows its fame. 

Through a beautiful land we wander, 
With many springs and streams 

Like silvery bands through the land, 
With its timbers and grassy plains. 

Through a beautiful land we wander. 
Where its wonders doth unfold; 

We'll sing of its grandeur 

In this story that we have told. 

September, 1905. 



THE CIMARRON. 



TrxET us sing of the Cimarron, 
I / Where its crystal waters flow, 

With its white sands as we go, 
While we sing of the Cimarron. 

Let us sing of the Cimarron: 

Along its banks like snowflakes seen 
The crystals of a salt stream, 

While we sing of the Cimarron. 

Let us sing of the Cimarron: 
There in Kansas it doth rise 
On the plains, 'neath the sunny skies, 

While we sing of the Cimarron. 

Let us sing of the Cimarron, 
In Oklahoma a wide stream 

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Oklahoma Wind Mill. 

The Oklahoma farmers are jolly indeed, 
There by wind motors they grind their feed, 

For on the plains there's always a gale, 
A very few days but it will turn the wheel. 



Hidden by a wooded screen, 
While we sing of the Cimarron. 

Let us sing of the Cimarron: 
r\s it liows purer it doth grow 
Till it reaches the Gulf of Mexico, 

While we sing of the Cimarron. 

August, 1905. 



OKLAHOMA. 



WE'LL sing of our sunny clime, 
As we all its beauties see: 
The springs and streams so fine. 
With its rich valleys and trees. 

We'll sing of our sunny clime, 

Once by the red man trod, 
But now in rich fields of grain 

There we see along the road. 

We'll sing of our sunny land: — 
Could you count its wealth? — 

And of its industries on every hand, 
With its red roses of health. 

We'll sing of our sunny land 
As we write our fondest dreams, 

Where we hear Nature's band 

Let us paint all the lovely scenes. 

We'll sing of our sunny land: 

There's the beauties of early spring, 

Where the sunbeams play on the 

golden strand, 

And Nature her rich treasures doth 

bring. 

September, 1905 
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The Hawaiian Islands. 

Here the Hawaiian Islands are seen. 
With their tropical fruits and forests green, 

There's their beauties far out at sea, 
Wliere grows the palm, orange and fern tree. 



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OUR ISLAND POSSESSIONS. 

UT on the ocean so boundless we sail, 

Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless gale, 
We're sailing on, sailing on. 



Now we've left the ports of our native land, 
Rocked on the waves of the deep on deck we stand, 
We're sailing on, sailing on- 

Many are the birds near our vessel stay, 
On the crest of the waves the sunbeams play. 
W^e're sailing on, sailing on. 

We see the golden sun as it sinks in the west, 
The bright, silvery moon as it rises in the east. 
We're sailing on, sailing on. 

There's the Philippines, a thousand or more, 
With tropical fruits and forests on their shore. 
We're sailing on, sailing on. 

Now safe into port we sail once more, 
And the lovely isles we'll there explore. 
We're moving on, moving on. 



ALASKA. 



WE'LL sing of a land far, far away, 
Where the glittering mountains stand 
In all their beauteous array, 
There in that far-off land. 

We'll sing of a land far, far away, 
There's the iceberg and volcano, 

Where the seals and polar bears stay. 
We see the glaciers as we go. 

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Volcano in the Philippines. 

Here in awe and wonder we beheld the sight 
As over the waves conies the red light, 

The maddened waves are turned into foam, 
There far and wide falls the red hot stone. 



We'll sing of a land far, far away, 

The rich valleys with their scenery grand. 

Where the evergreens make their display, 
As if touched by Nature's hand. 

We'll sing of a land far, far away, 
Many are the treasures there found; 

We see the Eskimo with dogs and sleigh. 
And the fields of grain do there abound, 

We'll sing of a land far, far away. 

With its different kinds of birds around, 

Where the whale and swordfish play. 

O'er the waves again we're homeward bound. 



THE ALASKAN VOLCANO. 



WHAT wonder is this on an island green, 
So bright at night and far away 
It doth its wonders there display? 
Ah, it is Nature's greatest scenes. 

This is Nature's fireworks at night; 
The liquid flames the sky to meet 
Above the mountains some hundred feet; 

In awe and wonder we beheld the sight. 

The red hot boulders thrown high in air 
(There the waves of the sea are red 
As far around the island they spread) 

Are falling around the base everywhere. 

Ah, what is this in thunder-tones! 
See by the flashlight of heaven, 
From top to bottom the mount is riven; 

As we hear Nature's dying groans. 

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As down the mountain pours the lava stream, 
As if Nature were breaking beyond control. 

The maddened waves are put to flight, 

As the red hot lava turns the water to steam. 
The volcano is hid in a shrouded screen, 

While the bottom of the ocean is heaved in 

sight. 

August, 1905. 



THE DRUNKARD'S DREAM. 



TWAS the still hour of midnight while asleep, 
Some wonderful visions did over me creep: 
I dreamed that I passed through the last dying 

throe, 
Then my soul took its flight to the regions below. 
Soon through the wide yawning portals I passed, 
My passport examined and admitted at last. 
Then being informed by a ghost on the way 
My respects to Old Nick I straightway must pay, 
Forthwith to his throne I went and fell prostrate 
And paid my respects to the Old Arch Apostate. 
Then, rising, he bade me follow his wake, 
A tour through his kingdom for pastime we'd take. 
"I'll show you," said he, **how my quarters are 

crammed 
In various parts with the ghosts of the damned." 
•'Enough said,"I replied;"go ahead and I'll follow." 
Our pathway we took across the big hollow. 
As we wandered our way I saw on the right 
A palace of iron of towering height. 
I viewed it with wonder, but as I drew nigher 

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I discovered it was but a furnace of fire; 
Its apartments above, its basements below, 
Were crowded with beings the image of woe. 
"What's that?" was my query. The Devil replied, 
"It is the place where the first-class distillers are 

fried; 
As they said on Earth a man must not be 
Above taking a glass, so this is their end, you see; 
The distillers above, the drinkers below, 
The brimstone to stir and the bellows to blow. 
But let us go on, you shall see as you pass 
The punishment dire of a still meaner class. 
That palace on the left is the fiery abode 
Of a class who by thousands have trod the broad 

road. 
They are hireling watchmen who strive to increase 
The size of the fiock for the sake of the fleece; 
No care had they at all for the men of their charge, 
D umb dogs were they all while the wolf ran at large : 
They are speakers of all classes, divisions and names, 
Condemned to be boiled in the sulphureous flames. 
But the meanest by far of these miserable creatures. 
Those factors of hell, the intemperance speakers: 
They say that wine was made for men's strength 
And that all good men of the Bible had wine to 

drink. 
Wines are a necessity — they make it so plain. 
To deny it is taking the Lord's name in vain; 
But here a new light on their vision is burst. 
Some one else besides wine and beer drinkers are 

cursed: 
Just a few steps ahead TU show you their station 
Who with the whisky ring would ruin the nation." 
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We saw far beneath a great lake of fire. 

Like a sea in a tempest the surface was tossed, 

While it gleamed with the pale ghosts of the lost; 

Rock bound on all sides the deep hollows roar, 

The surges resound while lashing the shore; 

The blackness of darkness, a sulphureous cloud 

Hung over the scene like a funeral shroud. 

Yet plain was it seen the red waves were at play 

Lashing the crags and throwing back their spray; 

Each wave as it rose displayed on its crest 

Some dozen pale ghosts there riding abreast, 

Till striking the crags they sank from sight 

And others rolled up on billows of light. 

** 'Tis here," quoth the devil, "we the rumsellers 

throw 
When they come down and call for their lodging 

below. 
As they never loved aught but broiling and strife 
And were true to all drunkards and gamblers in life, 
Ever cheating and swindling and watching around. 
Taking all honest men's money wherever found, 
Here they are tossing and writhing forever 
Like driftwood afloat on Niagara River. 
'Tis here you will find all those wicked men 
Who devoted their powers, the tongue and the pen 
To propagate whiskey and spread it abroad, 
Thus making mankind accursed of God; 
Who fill your prisons there by the scores, 
Who are kept from crime by bars and doors; 
With the meanest of devils so low they have fell 
To broil in the flames of the lowest Hell — 
The lying reporters, editors and speakers 
Who rush the can with office-seekers. 
But a class of sinners came not long ago — 



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Indian V^igwam in Alaska. 

Up ill Alaska the Indian wigwam Is found, 
The home of the Indian and Eskimo; 

Where abundance of grain and fish abound, 
And their long, dreary winter brings the snow, 



What to do with them TU swear I don't know, 
For of all who arrive here day after day 
None but the meanest come in by that way, 
Floating down stream at their ease toward the lake: 
A species of being half man and half snake, 
Their heads crowned with gold, their bodies with 

skails, 
And, scorpion-like, they had stings in their tails. 
They agree with those here like water and oil, 
In less than an hour they had all Hell in a broil. 
So now I am puzzled to know what to do 
With this whiskey monopoly — black-hearted crew! 
I'd be glad to see the whole world come to Hell, 
I'm fond of mean men, but they please me too well; 
In their zeal for my cause and the good of this place 
They have brought the whole kingdom and cause 

to disgrace; 
Though loyal enough to my kingdom and throne, 
They have tarnished its honor wherever they're 

known: 
So I think I'll just take them outside of the town, 
Where the draining and filth and offal are thrown, 
Then toss the whole pack of them into the ditch 
Then cover them up with sulphur and pitch 
And set it on fire and leave them to cook. 
To writhe in the flames or strangle in smoke; 
This cursed crew to the ditch I'll consign, 
They are true to my cause but I can't call them 

mine. 
When the National Whiskey League and their host 
ShftU arrive at the gate of the home of the lost 
I'll meet and consign them a place near my throne, 
Their principal men shall be stars in my crown. 
'Tis here also, I'm very sorry to tell, 

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Are the thousands who say there is no Hell. 
There's infidels and scoffers confined to that cell, 
'Tis the most loathesome pit in this end of Hell; 
'Tis here the blasphemer and murderer are found. 
Also the defeaters and black-legs abound, 
And thousands of rebels against God's govern- 
ment — 
To the regions of woe from earth they are sent. 
Also those upon Earth so often they tell 
God's love is too great to send one to Hell. 
That company above were bad people too, 
They wore Christians' cloaks to hide from view, 
To take well in the world and gain wealth, they 

say — 
They're not bound for Heaven, but are coming 

this way; 
They are a staunch, hypocritical crew, 
To the bottomless pit they deserve to go. 
Also the Sabbath breakers and forgers too, — 
I'll toss them in yon caldron and leave them to 

stew." 
We saw those who loved money instead of their 

God, 
Who were marching by thousands down the broad 

road; 
"Their riches are cankered and moth-eaten too, 
And now they must writhe in the flames of blue. 
And those novel writers who poison the mind 
Are coming to Hell their errors to find. " 
And then we passed to the Black Mountain's peak. 
Saw whirlpools of fire rolling under our feet, 
Where fork-like wings make their display, 
Where vain, proud people are coming each day; 
Those who deride the poor, just so, 

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Scenes of Alaska. 

We'll sing of a land far, far awaj-, 

The rich valleys with their scenery grand. 
Where the evergreens make their display, 
In the great wonder land. 





Icebergs in the North. 

Up around the poles, so we've heard. 
Are many a glacier and iceberg. 

Where lives the seal and polar bear, 
And the Eskimos in that frosty air. 



Have their proper place down here below. 

For those people I've prepared a place 

Who have assisted in damning the race. 

The world believes Hell is a fancy dream, 

But in these dark regions it changes the scene." 

Passing down the mountain where the surplus 

dripped, 
We saw those goody-goody people whose feet had 

slipped, 
Who think themselves better, to hear them tell. 
But instead of Heaven they slipped into Hell: 
"My gates are open to welcome such trash. " 
Hear! hist, rattle, boom, smash! 
**Pray, what shall I ever in this world do? 
Here comes a crowd of that prize fighting crew." 
As they stood in bewilderment not far away 
They sank through a rift where the crust gave way. 
The next striking picture presented to me 
Was a turbulent river falling into the sea: 
" 'Tis here," said the devil, "you will see full well,. 
There case hardened sinners are floating to Hell. 
All over my realm at every station 
People still have the same inclination: 
Money fiends are counting their fiery treasures, 
Others playing cards for infernal pleasures." 
Oh, that place of despair and darkness of night, 
Out of Hope's reach and beyond Mercy's sight! 
There wails of remorse reach every spot — 
"We knew His will but we did it not." 
To their amazement and horror they find out 
This is the second death God's word tells about. 
Then came a messenger hastily down 
And cried, "Sir, your majesty's wanted up town,. 
For another great batch of that alcohol crew 

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Have entered the courts and are asking for you. " 
His majesty then grew black in the face — 
"I'll go up and kick them all out of this place! 
Their stench I detest, I can^t bear them near, 
And I'll let them see that they can not stay here." 
So saying, and wearing a terrible frown, 
A trident he seized and hurried up town. 
Then quickly I heard mingled whining and shriek- 
ing, 
In thunder and wrath Old Belzebub speaking, 
"Here, get out of my court, you rascally crew. 
You're too mean to stay here where decent folks 

do!" 
And then like a man of his reason bereft 
Satan tumbled and pitched about right and left. 
They yelled and shrieked, "Pray, Satan, hold on! 
We're loyal to you!" Cries Satan, "Begone!" 
While blows he dealt out so fierce did they scream, 
With their yells in my ears, I awoke from my 
dream. 



THE END OF TIME. 



THE young men shall visions see, 
In the last days, sayeth the Word. 
I was in the spirit, then carried away, 
I beheld the wrath of an offended God. 

I looked and lo! the blazing sun 
A globe of darkness it then became, 
The glittering stars, while on their way. 
Through eternal space, had lost their ray. 



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Alas, refused to give her light; 
The darkened world in blackness hung, 
Creation stopped and ceased to run. 

The mountains asunder then were riven, 
From their places the hills were driven, 
The beautiful cities so proudly stand, 
Then crumbled to dust by His command. 

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I looked and alas Old Time had fled, 
The sea and earth gave up their dead; 
I saw in the east a dazzling throne. 
And the Glory of Him who sits thereon. 

Around Him, the angelic host, so bright, 
The beautiful saints in a cloud of light, 
Millions of quivering forms then before Him stood 
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*'THE PORTALS." 



OH, that peace, joy and bliss 
That floats on the balmy breeze 
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Ten thousands times ten thousand then 

Sing praises to Him who died for men. 

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain, 

Who hath redeemed and washed away our st^in. 

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Friends, do you see those dear ones 
Whose robes doth sparkle like the diamonds? 
With beautiful crowns that are so bright, 
They send forth waves of beauty and light. 

Their beauty surpasses all earthly things, 
In the glad sunlight how their faces beam! 
Ah, they are holding out their beautiful hands, 
Calling their dear ones to those heavenly lands. 

Hark! do I hear the echoes, back from earth there, 
Borne on the wings of solemn prayer? 
Yes, dear ones were coming that way 
To join in the praises of endless day. 

Our prayers by the angels are whispered to them, 
See those angelic smiles as they sing again. 
Sisters and brothers have gone before, 
Fathers and mothers are waiting on that shore. 

There^s our rosy-cheeked darling holding out her 

hands, 
"Come, papa and mamma, to these beautiful 

lands." 
There rests a husband or a wife. 
Watching the dear ones on the Path of Life. 

When we are done with time and our struggles are 

all o'er, 
Through God's grace we'll meet them again on 

that shore. 



196 



VERSES 

FROM MY 

Course of Lectures 




Lecturing on Astronomy. 

We see from this world of ours, 
In the dark shadows of night, 

Tlie sparkling, silvery stars, 
The millions of worlds in their flight. 



OUR WORLD. 

VE see from this world of ours, 
In the dark shadows of night, 
The sparkling, silvery stars, 

The millions of worlds in their flight. 

Low in their beauty they sing, 

As around the center of gravity move. 

Honor and praise to their King 
Who reigns in the Heavens above! 

Old Time will soon faint and die, 

The moon refuse to shine, 
The stars grow dim as they fly. — 

He forever in His kingdom shall reign. 



THE UNIVERSE. 
The Heavens declare God's glory to be, 
In the millions of suns, the stars we see; 
Night unto night His great wisdom is shown 
In the planets and comets, meteors and moon. 



PLANET NEPTUNE. 
Who is this ferryman on yonder waves, — 

Can the great depths answer me? 
With his fisher's spear so true and brave, 

He's called the God of the Seas. 



PLANET SATURN. 
Who is this with gray locks so fair, 

That wieldeth his power over all creation? 
He holdeth the cycle -'tis the God of Time — 
He cleaveth the forest and cutteth down the 
nation. 

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Forever in beauty the Planet Saturn sings, 

With his nine moons and three shining rings, 

What tho' no real voice nor sound 

Amid those radiant orbs be found; 

There in solemn silence all, 

So swiftly they move around this ball. 

And in Reason's ear they now rejoice 

And utter forth a glorious voice, 

Forever singing where they shine, 

"The Hand that made us is divine." 



THE PLANETS. 
Oh, those shining orbs that move 

Are a wonder to define; 
Their paths marked by Him above, 

Whose glory is sublime. 

He spans the heavens with a glance, 
Not one star is hid from sight; 

Their beauty comes not by chance, 
He holds them all by His might. 

Ah, they sing while on their way 
Through Heaven's arched dome, 

Among the constellations fly 
Around the eternal throne. 

Their paths are silver lined, 

On the ocean of abyss they float, 

As they among the galaxy shine, 

With every turn their perfection note. 



STARS. 
See those sparkling gems above, 

Scattered like jewels in the skies, 
Shooting forth their rays of love 

On this dark world that flies. 

200 



In honor to their King, 

While obeying His commands, 
Behold, their sparkling lights are seen 

Off in the distant lands. 

From whence hath He gathered all the 
jewels 
That are scattered in the blue? 
They are the shining worlds, 

With their pathways all marked out 
so true. 

All things in the skies, on sea and land, 
Showeth the work of His divine hand. 
While this mighty earth on nothing He 

hung, 
In the canopy of Heaven His wonders 

were sung. 
Study His works, for Nature doth tell 
That, behold. He doeth all things well. 



THE SUN. 
True wisdom, justice, power and love 

In all their glories are shown 
By Him who sits in the courts above 

And guides our world and sun. 

His hand the wheels of Nature guides 

With unsurpassing skill. 
And countless worlds extended wide 

Obey His sovereign will. 



THE MOON. 
The mooQ shall be given for seasons and signs, 
Sayeth He who holdeth the world in His hands. 
See her in beauty, with a silvery light, 
Forever she's singing, she's the queen of the night, 

201 



PLANET MARS. 

What means this signal red light? 
'Tis the beautiful planet of Mars — 
It is called the God of Wars, 

As he moves in his swift flight. 



THE SKIES. 
Behold the beauties of the night, 

When the sun is hid in the west. 
We'll sing of the worlds in their flight, 

And the silvery moon rising in the east. 



THE COMETS. 
There in the azure robe of night. 

As if piercing the deep blue skies, 
Behold yon beautiful train of light; 

In lightning speed she flies. 

It is a messenger; it smiles 

At its errands to perform, 
Traversing Heaven's endless miles 

Erom distant parts unknown. 

A wonder in heaven — how it shines! 

She pauses not in her pace, 
Onward moves her endless train. 

Like a legion in a race. 

She brighter grows as near the sun. 
And faster moves there on her road- 

Oh, 'tis a comet in her swift run. 
See, she flashes around that globe! 

She wings away among the spheres. 
As if to greet their silver light. 

Ah, the horizon she nears 

And is lost in the abyss of night. 



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Perhaps age on age will roll away, 
Old Time may stop and cease to fly 

While it moves there in its play, 
Ere she will again light up our sky. 

He who marks the sparrows flight 

Will guide the comets and world aright; 

We're safe in our journey around the sun 
Until old Time himself his race has run. 



THE STARS. 
Away far beyond the solar system true, 
There floats the stars in the deep blue. 
Yet our siderial journey is only begun, 
There're distant millions of stars beyond. 

The spangled heaven's shining throng 
Their great original proclaim, 
They publish forth to every land 
The creation of a mighty Hand. 

O say, mortal man, have you heard of His fame 
Who telleth the number of stars and their name. 
Who fathoms the chasms of dark abyss, 
And setteth the millions of suns in their place? 

There's Arcturus, Orion and Pleiades, 
Andromeda and the Daulphin he sees; 
There're Castor and Pollux, those stars next 
In the great celestial globe are fixed. 

There're Beta and Delta, Sigma and Pallas, 
In our long siderial journey we pass; 
Lion and Boots and the Great Bear, 
Virgo, Libra and Scorpio are there. 

In the south we find the ship Argo, 
Hydra, the Cross and the Milk Dipper too; 

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The stars of the first magnitude we see, 
Number in all about twenty-three. 

The second number with regard to size, 
Their number is sixty-five; 
The third, two hundred stars appear; 
The fifth, eleven hundred shining clear. 

The sixth, thirty-two hundred come to view. 
The seventh, thirteen thousand and ninety-two. 
The number of stars to the most piercing eye 
Is about six thousand seen in the sky. 

During the period of the last hundred years. 
Thirteen were destroyed, ten new ones appears 
There the stars rotate too, 
Just as all our planets do. 

Most stars are larger than the sun of our day, 
Yet they look small, being so far away. 
Each with its retinue of worlds is found 
Among the constellations moving around. 

Centuri, the first in our siderial run, 
Nearest to us, half the size of our sun; 
Light is three and a half years in crossing the abyss, 
What mind can comprehend such an immensity as 
this? 

A rifle ball moving one thousand miles per hour 
Would take two thousand years to reach that star. 
What shall we say of the North Star, if you please? 
Light is fifty years in crossing those seas. 

The Seven Sisters who wander through space 
Take five hundred years to send light to this place. 
One hundred and fifty in that group descry, 
Only seven are seen with the naked eye. 

204 



Now the outpost of our starry system, 
Out at the extreme, like our Neptune, 
To reach us it would take their light 
Five hundred years in its rapid flight. 

It would take light ten thousand years 

To cross this immense cluster of stars. 

What shall we say of God's works round about? 

Shall we all the secrets of heaven find out? 

In every direction His glory is shown, 
In the millions of worlds that are His own. 
Our cluster like a ball doth display, 
Along the out edge is the Milky Way. 

Now in our starry journey we've come 
To the outpost of our great system. 
Now we've come to the gulf of dark abyss, 
Still on and on o^er its dark waters we pass. 

Then on and on, still on in our flight, 
We're passing through the shadows of night. 
Till finally safe on the other shore 
There are six thousand clusters more. 

Now to reach us it would take their light 

Five million years in its rapid flight. 

Then on, still on and on, moves our celestial cars, 

Many clusters we pass, some larger than ours. 

We stop in the center of a cluster again, 

In thirty millions of years light would reach our 

train. 
We see our cluster of stars, in their skies, 
A round ball of light like an apple in size. 

Shall we in our journey farther roam? 
Can we measure the heavenly dome? 

205 



There's the spot where the golden light is shone, 
The center of the universe, the seat of God's throne. 

Bound on all sides by the specks of gray light 
The myriads of stars move round in their flight. 
How rapid the eye and the mind travels through 
Among the millions of stars brought to our view! 
Homeward now through the vaulted sky, 
We bid the sun, moon, and stars good-bye. 

Roll on, ye globes of splendor and might. 
And of thy great Creator sing; 
Ever shooting forth their silver light, 
An homage of praise they bring. 



INDEX 



Alabama 148 

Arkansas 161 

Arkansas River, Ark.... 163 
Alleghany Mts.,Penn... 115 
Adirondack Mts., N. Y.. 117 

Arizona 167 

Alaska 177 

Alaskan Volcano 179 

Black Canyon, Colo 93 

Bunker Hill, Mass 127 

Bridal Veil Falls, N. D.. 34 
Black Hills, S. D.. 105 

Big Horn River, Wyo 98 

Connecticut 125 

Chesapeake Bay, Md 135 

Cumberland River, Ky.. 160 

Canada 57 

California 72 

Cliff Dwellers, Ariz 168 

Cimarron River, Kan 173 

Castle Gate, Utah 85 

Cedars 70 

Colorado 89 

Custer's Monament, 

Mont 38 

Crater Lake, Ore 70 

Cry&tal Cave, S. Dak 105 

Columbia River, Ore 69 

Cascades, Wash -. . 57 

Delaware 133 

Drunkard's Dream 181 

Dayton Soldiers' Home, 

Ohio Ill 

Devil's Lake, N. Dak 34 

End of Time 192 

Forest Fires, Ida 45 

Forests, Washin gton 51 

Florida 143 



Fort Sumpter. S. C 141 

Falls of Genesee, N. Y... 119 

Grand Canyon, Ariz 168 

Garden of the Gods, Colo. 91 

Georgia 143 

Gulf of Mexico 147 

Great Salt Lake, Ut 87 

Hercules Pillars, Ore . . 64 

Indiana 14 

Iroquois River, Ind 16 

Iowa 106 

Idaho 40 

Island Possessions 177 

Illinois 108 

Jasper County, Ind 19 

Kansas 172 

Kankakee 15 

Kentucky 157 

Lava Beds, Ida 42 

Lake Ponderay, Ida 44 

Lake Itasca, Minn 27 

Louisiana 150 

Lake Superior, Mich 22 

Lake Champlain, Vt 128 

Lake Michigan, Wis. or 

Mich 25 

Lookout Mountain, Tenn. 157 

Mount Hood, Oregon 64 

Montana 35 

Mount Shasta, Cal 74 

Mississippi River 109 

Minnesota 25 

Missouri igi 

Mount Rainier, Ore 63 

Mississippi 150 

Michigan 20 

Mackinac Island, Mich. . 20 
Maryland 134 



Massachusetts 121 

Maine 126 

Mammoth Cave, Ky 159 

North Dakota Prairie ... '31 

Nevada 80 

New Mexico 171 

Nebraska 102 

North Carolina 139 

New Jersey . . 131 

New Hampshire 127 

New York 115 

Natural Bridge, Va 139 

Niagara Falls, N. Y 119 

Oregon 58 

On Astronomy 199 

Oklahoma 175 

Ohio 109 

Plateau, Nev 81 

Pacific Ocean 62 

Puget Sound, Wash 55 

Pacific Slope 53 

Petrified Forests, Ariz... 169 

Portals 194 

Porto Rico 145 

Pennsylvania 113 

Rocky Mountains 172 

Rennselaer, Ind 18 

Redwood, Cal 75 

Royal Gorge, Colo 91 

Red River, North Minn.. 32 



Rainy Lake and River, 

Minn 29 

Rhode Island 125 

Shoshone Falls, Idaho . . 47 

Seven Falls, Cal 75 

Sierra Nevada Mountains 

Cal 76 

St. Joseph River, Ind... 17 

Song on the Plains 81 

South Dakota 100 

South Carolina 140 

Shenandoah Valley, Va. 131 

Salt Lake City, Utah. ... 87 

The East and South... . 11 

The Mountains, Mont... 40 

Tennessee 152 

Texas 165 

Tippecanoe River, Ind.. 16 

Utah 83 

Virginia 137 

Vermont 127 

Washington City, D. C. 134 

Wyoming 95 

Willamette River, Ore.. . 60 

Wisconsin 23 

West Virginia 129 

Washington State 49 

Yellowstone Lake, Wyo. 97 

Yosemite Valley, Cal 78 

Yellowstone Park, Wyo. 97 



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